HOT BILLIONAIRE
Contrition

Anton raised his head when he heard his manshion's great clock ticking twelve times, signaling the exact time of midnight.

Moving from his study Anton immediately ran up the stairs leading to his bedroom.

As soon as he opened the door, the handsome man's smile expanded to see his tiny, active baby still on the bed wrapped in a thick blanket with several pillows on his right and left sides.

“Alle...” hisses with a smile that rises on his thin lips.

The man stepped slowly with a breath of breath as a result of running. But still not to relax his sweet smile tonight.

“Honey, are you thirsty?” Anton uncovers a blanket that wraps around his daughter's tiny body.

Baby Alle looks agitated.

Anton took her standing in the middle of her room. Both of his hands tightly clutched the tiny body in his arms. Slowly he approached the special cupboard where the milk exclusive mother he rented, then gave a small bottle of milk to Alle.

“Honey, today is Mommy's birthday. Do you miss Mommy?” Anton smiled as he looked at his little daughter who was still suckling in his arms.

“Daddy will find it for you soon. Daddy promise. But before that, what if we wish her a happy birthday tonight?”

Silent.

There was no sound that night. Baby Alle goes back to sleep after Anton gives her milk and holds her tightly.

Before long, however, the sound of the silent stuffing sounded so painful.

Anton was crying so hard.

His body decays to the floor along with Alle who is still in his arms.

“I'm sorry...I'm sorry. Forgive Daddy, Darling,” Anton's cry broke out. His body shook violently.

Alle who felt her sleep back kept crying no less tight than her daddy.

Oek!!

Oek!!

Oek!!

“Se-happy birthday, Mo-monica..,” isak Anton while pecking Alle's face which is now thrashing in his arms.

Truly, whoever sees it will not.

Anton felt his deep remorse, immense solitude, and excruciating pain.

Everything he felt could only convey to Monica who was now out of nowhere.

For Alle's sake, just for Alle's sake.

He'll do anything. Alle, her daughter is happy.

Oek!!

Oek!!

Oek!!

Alle's loud cries resuscitated Anton. The man immediately held back baby Alle and kissed her forehead fondly.

“Shh... Forgive daddy, darling,” whisper gently, “Daddy promise never to cry again. And make you cry. But you have to promise Daddy, too. Never cry. We have to be tough, honey. We have to strengthen each other, right?" Anton rubbed the tears that were still hard on his cheeks.

Yeah, he's got to try to toughen up.

Now is not the time to regret the situation.

He was angry with himself. But for now Anton prefers to dampen his emotions. It felt like listening to Alle's cry made it even more painful.

“Shh... Darling. Princess... please don’t cry.” Anton tried hard to calm the baby.

It was fortunate that the beautiful baby girl fell asleep after a while.

After baby Alle falls asleep, Anton immediately puts baby Alle back to his bed. Groped his forehead deeply. Caressing both of her cheeks that are now growing plump, and also her lips are reddish.

Allecia is really worried.

The man smiled, staring at the reflection of his face and also Monica's face on Allecia's tiny face.

After dropping out of the incubator one month ago, the development of baby Alle is so significant. He grew up healthy, not inferior to a normal-born baby.

Anton repeatedly stroked her daughter's pretty face fondly. But the movement of her hands came to a halt when her eyes accidentally fell on Monica's small, beautifully circular pendant necklace around her daughter's neck.

Monica's?

Where are you?

Slowly the man got up and moved towards the table beside his bed. Open the drawer, and take a shabby letter, and read it in silence, sitting on the bedside.

Fetched,

Antonio Young's.

Please forgive me earlier.

I don't know what to write on this paper. But I love you like a sister loves her brother. I love you, like a wife loves her husband.

I'm afraid my life is ruined in an issue. I'm afraid flattery turns into blasphemy. I'm afraid the compliment turned into a curse. I was afraid when there was no hope. Everything seemed painful, hurt and killed me slowly.

Because of my unfounded fear, I hurt you. I'm selfish.

I know, I'm no longer expected. My presence is no longer expected. Even my closest family wanted me gone, and hoped I would never come back.

I never blame you for everything that has happened between us. The presence of my daughter, to me, is a gift, not a disaster. And I have agreed to hand over my daughter to you. Like your original intention to marry me.

Husband, may I call you brother?

I really can't be word-length. I know you love me. Love me so much that you can even sacrifice your life just for me.

But I know, your love is only a sister's affection for her sister.

Please take good care of my daughter for me. Give her the name Allecia Aileen Morouka. Because he's the only light in my life.

Please tell him I love him so much and love him so much. And please keep this locket for him.

I hope that you and Lyca will give me a lot of love that I will never be able to give her.

That's my only request.

Ah, one more. I missed our childhood.

Brother, we used to be as close as veins, but now we are adrift by invisible distance. But believe me, I'm still your foster sister.

Loved you.

I'm goin.

Monica Young's.

Tests…

A single tear soaked the shabby letter paper containing Monica's handwriting.

Anton was in his place.

Two more months, passed quickly. And he had also deployed all his men just to look for Monica.

But all in vain.

Monica's gone undetected.

The woman seemed to disappear into the earth.

Leaving her and her baby both in this world.

Anton could only stare pusingly at Alle who was now more than two months old. The beautiful baby is getting more active and a little fussy.

Anton even has to sleep in the room with Alle just in case she cries.

Office work piled up and his body was too tired to make the man often stricken with pain.

She could've hired a babysitter for baby Alle. But he was too afraid to do that. He fears Alle is kidnapped, or even persecuted. She decides to take care of Alle with her own hands and take her wherever she goes.

Because the most precious treasure he had right now was Allecia Aileen Murouka, his biological daughter.

He just wanted to take care of and care for Alle wholeheartedly.

It can be really crazy if Allecia's skin is scratched just a little.

“Sorry.”

Anton folded the shabby paper and put it on his chest.

I don't know how many thousand times Anton said that word every day if Allecia was crying and she couldn't calm him down. Or when Alle fell asleep and she felt exhausted.

It felt really painful when the shadow of Monica holding and nursing her little daughter flashed through her mind.

“Are you going to hate daddy, baby?” muttered Anton with eyes that began to water again while looking at his daughter.

“Ah. You know honey, it's daddy's selfishness, that makes your mommy leave you.”

"sorry. I'm sorry."

Anton scooped his face rough. The man bowed languidly beside his daughter. Laying his body down slowly. Hugged his daughter tightly.

When he closed his eyes. The darkness came back. At that time, he again drowned in the darkness of sadness called regret.

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