The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Sofie’s POV

I groaned as I felt the strange yet agonizing tug at the pit of my belly. It felt as if someone was punching the inside of my stomach, and a battalion of soldier ants were also nipping and chewing on my guts.

I wondered what the cause of this terrible stomach ache could be as I rolled over to the other side of the bed, which was thankfully vacant, as Roman had left for work earlier that morning.

“Oh, fuck!” I grunted, feeling something bitter and heavy clog my throat as I laid on my belly while inhaling lungfuls of cold air to calm my raging system.

Could it be something I ate? I thought, caressing my belly but touching my stomach only made everything worse as bile hitched my throat, and almost forced itself out of my mouth, on the bed.

With immediate speed, I dragged myself out of bed to the bathroom and emptied my guts into the toilet bowl.

The more I puked, the more the ache intensified, and it badly scared me because I had never gotten that sort of horrible stomach ache before and I didn’t know what to do.

I burst into tears of relief when I finally stopped puking and the ache seemed to dissipate.

It felt like I was carrying a heavy mass of lead on my head, my body felt like a bag of bricks and my legs felt like limp noodles, so I couldn’t get up for a while and I just laid on the bathroom floor, panting and disgusted with my breath.

Later on, I managed to yank myself up to brush the offensive odor of vomit away from my mouth, and I also used that opportunity to take a quick shower.

I was surely going to be late to school today, I thought as I stepped into the bedroom, moments later.

As I trekked into the walk-in closet to pick my outfit for the day, my head suddenly started to spin like a ball of yarn, I had to hold on to a wall to support my weight for a few minutes lest I fell down.

“What is wrong with me this morning?” I asked no one in particular as I blinked repeatedly as if somehow, that would make the dizziness fly away.

It felt like my body didn’t belong to me anymore.

I felt so lethargic and sick that I had to sit in front of the dresser for a couple of minutes to regain my locomotion.

I gasped as I gazed up at the wall clock; the time was five minutes to ten, which meant I had now officially missed my first class of today.

Still, I was determined to go for a class that day even though I didn’t feel well at all but just as I was about to stand up to dress up and head to school, nausea set in again.

In a twinkle of an eye, I had taken my position in front of the toilet bowl again, bawling my eyes out as I puked.

I detested being sick with all my might because it always caused me to be dependent on other people, which was something I really despised.

I hated being a burden to the people around me.

As I brushed my teeth again while staring at my pale reflection in the mirror, I realized that I was going to miss school that day.

I made a mental note to ask Katie for the day’s notes later when I felt well enough to stare at my phone.

I returned the clothes I had chosen back to the closet, picked a more casual outfit which comprised of a pair of joggers and sweatshirt and put it on.

Afterward, I headed downstairs for breakfast even though I wished to sleep through the day but my stomach thought otherwise as it rumbled hungrily.

I scrunched my nose in distaste as the usually appetizing aroma of fried chicken wafted into my nose, it made me want to puke again.

It was then I knew something was terribly wrong with me because chicken was my favorite food, and even when I was sick in the past, I had never found the aroma of fried chicken disgusting.

“Good morning, Melissa.” I said, waddling into the dining area where she was placing dishes on the table with two maids.

The maids bowed to me as they uttered their greetings.

“Good morning, madam.” Melissa darted me a smile which evaporated as she gave me a once-over.

“You don’t have classes today, madam?” She asked, to which I shook my head in negation.

“You don’t look well, madam. You look really pale, if you don’t mind me asking, are you okay, ma’am?” She asked, clearly concerned, which caused the maids to dart me a cursory look before they went back to placing food and cutleries on the table.

“Not really but I’ll be fine soon. It’s probably just the flu.” I reassured her with a wan smile which she returned, albeit hers was tentative as if she didn’t believe me.

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I covered my nose as I muttered, “Please take the chicken away.”

“Yes, madam.” Melissa replied and gestured to the maid who made a u-turn to the kitchen.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“No problem, madam. What would you like to have for breakfast? Would you like me to make some pancakes for you? Or would you have some soup?” She asked as I gingerly sat down on a dining chair.

“No pancakes for me, please. I will have some soup, thanks.”

“What type of meat do you want with it, madam?”

“Anything except chicken.” I replied and she nodded.

“Alright madam, I will make a bowl of beef noodle soup for you, is that okay?” She asked.

I nodded, “Yes, please.” As she walked to the kitchen, I called after her, “Thanks, Melissa.” I said, and her facial features softened into a smile.

“No need to thank me, madam. It’s what I’m here for.” She said before exiting the dining room.

I made a mental note to take some Advil, and Pepto bismol after I finished eating as I gently rubbed my stomach.