Accidental Baby! Billionaire's Wife Runs Away

“What? Already?”

Sophia Dolce's gaze was hazy as she braced herself against the sink, her fingers trembling on the cool edge of the mirror. Her face, flushed like a delicate peach blossom, bore the evidence of the man's rough touch—her eyes reddened at the corners, a telltale sign of his cruelty.

Behind her, the man loomed like a predator, his teeth grazing her neck with the precision of a jaguar closing in on its prey. She could only manage faint whimpers, fragile and helpless, like a fish stranded on shore.

She was done. Exhausted. Her body refused to cooperate, fingers too weak to even twitch. All she could do was stare at the ceiling, the harsh glare of the lights blurring her vision until she nearly blacked out.

A cold, mocking laugh broke through her haze, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Manipulating Grandpa's desire for a great-grandchild just to drag me back here… all so I could fuck you? And now you’re putting on this reluctant act—who are you trying to fool?"

The moment he withdrew, her body collapsed to the floor, unable to support itself any longer.

Sophia's empty gaze slowly found focus. She looked toward the man not far from her—Aaron Ryker, 'her husband'. He was already adjusting the topmost button of his shirt, immaculate and composed, as though the beast who had just ravaged her wasn’t him.

He cast her a fleeting glance, his voice sharp with contempt.

"Trying to use a child to secure your position as Mrs. Ryker? Sophia, you’re as disgusting as ever."

She knew Aaron hated her—but she never imagined the hatred could run so deep.

Her mind drifted back to that night, four years ago. It was supposed to be his engagement party with Camila Hult, her cousin. As the dutiful family member, she had attended to offer her congratulations. But something went wrong. She was drugged. When she woke, the room was packed with people, judgment and scandal thick in the air.

Camila disappeared without a trace the next day. And Sophia? She was left with no choice but to marry Aaron under the suffocating pressure of public opinion.

Four years had passed since then.

Sophia’s throat felt dry, her eyes void of light. She looked up at him from the floor.

"Aaron, it’s my father’s birthday next week… Will you come with me?"

"Not interested."

He adjusted his cuffs, smirking down at her with cold amusement. Plucking a tissue from the nearby box, he wiped his hands clean before tossing it carelessly onto her.

"Take your pills. Unless you enjoy suffering."

Sophia curled into herself in the corner, pressing a trembling hand over her heart. A searing pain radiated from her chest, spreading like wildfire.

Everyone knew Aaron’s heart belonged to Camila. But what he never realized was that she had loved him for a decade—giving him everything, even at the cost of losing herself.

The expansive bathroom echoed with silence once he left, leaving Sophia alone in the suffocating space.

Time passed. She didn’t know how long it had been before a maid entered, sighing softly as she placed a glass of water and a small pill bottle in front of her.

"Ma’am, Mr. Ryker will be traveling abroad for business. He won’t be back for about a week."

Sophia pulled herself up, taking the pills from the maid’s hand and swallowing them in one go, her face pale and drained of all color.

"Ma’am, you don’t look well. Should I arrange for a doctor?"

"No need." Her voice was distant, detached.

…

But before her father’s birthday arrived, Aaron’s name was once again plastered across the headlines—this time with Raina Quinn, a rising starlet. The scandal shot to the top of the trending lists, the gossip relentless and widespread.

Even though Sophia spent a fortune trying to suppress the news, it was futile. This wasn’t the first time.

Exiting her art gallery, she glanced up at the massive LED screen towering above the street. The screen flickered to life, broadcasting the year’s most prestigious film awards ceremony.

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Beneath the dazzling lights, Aaron stood on stage, handing the award to Raina. His gaze softened as he looked at her, eyes filled with warmth and affection so palpable it could melt ice.

It was a tenderness Sophia had never known.

All for a woman who shared a fleeting resemblance to Camila—just enough to drive him to madness.

Sophia blinked slowly, her emotions hidden beneath a mask of calm.

Moments later, her phone buzzed. Elara Ryker's sharp, irritated voice pierced through the line.

"Sophia, get back here immediately. Your little antics have pushed Grandpa to a relapse."

"I understand. I'm on my way."

Sophia ended the call, glanced briefly at the glowing screen, then stepped onto the street to hail a cab.

At the same time, a sleek black Cullinan sped down the road. Joe, the driver, glanced at the rearview mirror, his gaze cautiously settling on Aaron, seated in the back. He hesitated for a long moment before speaking.

"Mr. Ryker, this time, the trending news… it was Raina’s doing. Ma’am tried to suppress it, spent quite a bit of money, but it didn’t work. And now, Connor's relapse… I assume he saw the headlines. Should we—"

Joe’s words were cut short as Aaron's cold, indifferent eyes locked onto his. A chill ran down Joe's spine, silencing him instantly.

In Joe's mind, it was obvious: Mr. Ryker had allowed the scandal to spiral out of control, deliberately humiliating Mrs. Ryker. The more Connor protected her, the more ruthless Aaron became.

---

The Ryker Mansion

Connor Ryker, the family patriarch, sat rigidly in front of the television. His aged face was flushed with rage, his breath shallow and uneven. The tension in the room was palpable, and no one dared to breathe too loudly.

"Sir, Mr. Aaron and young ma’am are on their way. Please, calm down for the sake of your health." The butler carefully handed a cup of tea to the elder Ryker. His voice was low, placating. "Mr. Aaron has gone too far this time. With Sir Dolce’s birthday just around the corner, this scandal could not have come at a worse time—"

"Enough!"

Elara Ryker, seated nearby, cut him off sharply. Her tone was filled with bitterness.

"That’s Sophia’s fault. If she hadn’t schemed to drug Ron back then, he would’ve married Camila, and by now, I’d have a grandchild running around. Instead, we’re stuck with her. Four years in this family, and she hasn’t even managed to lay an egg!"

She turned to Connor, her voice rising with each word.

"Father, for the sake of the Ryker family, you can’t protect Sophia anymore. If Ron truly loves this actress and she ends up pregnant, I wouldn’t care about her background…"

Elara’s voice grew louder, thick with resentment, just as Sophia quietly entered the house. Her steps faltered when she overheard the words. Her vision blurred momentarily, but she steadied herself.

"Ma’am, you’re back," a maid greeted softly.

The occupants of the room turned to look. Connor extended a hand, motioning for Sophia to approach. She walked forward and sat beside him.

Elara stood abruptly, preparing to leave the room. Yet, as she passed by Sophia, she paused, her words laced with condescension.

"Sophia, you chose this path. As long as you remain Mrs. Ryker, you owe it to this family to maintain our dignity. Don’t make a scene over trivial matters. Do you understand?"

Sophia lowered her gaze. Her hands, clasped tightly on her lap, trembled. Fingernails dug into the soft flesh of her palms, the pain sharp and deep.

'Make a scene?'

Four years. Did she even have the right to do that?

A woman condemned as a schemer, the one who stole her cousin’s fiancé—how could she even raise her voice, let alone make a scene?

"That’s enough, Elara," Connor's voice cut through the tension, cold and authoritative. He looked up, his eyes stern.

"Go upstairs."

Elara shot a venomous glare at Sophia before storming off. As she ascended the stairs, Connor's voice echoed behind her, filled with anger as he barked into the phone, summoning Aaron. The disdain in Elara's eyes was unmistakable, reaching new heights.

The maids scattered, retreating to distant corners, too frightened to intervene.

Only Sophia remained by Connor's side, engaging him in light conversation, offering him a faint smile. The atmosphere slowly eased under her quiet presence.

---

About ten minutes later, the door swung open. Aaron strode in, his usual charming smile in place. Yet the warmth evaporated the moment his eyes met Connor’s stern gaze. The older man's expression darkened visibly.

Aaron paused briefly, then spoke with a trace of amusement.

"Grandpa, you called me back just to give me that look?"