Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Ashley

I heard about Olivia’s arrest, though I didn’t know the reason. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I wondered what she had done to end up in police custody.

Sighing, I climbed out of the car and headed inside. It had been seven days since I last saw Damien, and I noticed that the picture of Zuri was no longer in his room. But despite this, I still felt a hollowness in my heart.

I wasn’t sure if he took Alexander’s words seriously about me and the baby. I felt restless, wanting him to say something, but how could I know when I hadn’t seen him since my return from the hospital?

“Welcome, madame,” Emily greeted as soon as I walked inside the mansion.

“Thank you, Emily. How is your sister?”

“She’s fine, can I help you with the bag?” she asked, noticing how dizzy I looked.

“It’s fine,” I said dismissively, before walking upstairs. Somehow, the mansion that once felt like hell to me was starting to feel like home. Stopping in front of our room, I pushed the door open and walked in reluctantly.

Another day to be left lonely, I don’t think he will still come back tonight. Switching the light on, I turned around, but immediately flinched back in total shock as I saw Damien sitting on the bed with a cigarette in his right hand.

A nervous smile crossed through my lips.

“I didn’t think you’d come back today,” I said, attempting to ease the tension, but his blank expression quickly wiped the smile off my face.

“When were you planning on telling me about the pregnancy?” he growled, his words making my heart skip a beat.

“Pregnancy,” I stuttered, unsure how to react.

Is that why he has been avoiding me?

Because of the pregnancy.

“Who is the father of that thing in your stomach?” he sneered, his teeth gritted together. “Two months pregnant, obviously not mine.”

I gulped hard, my breathing getting heavier.

“Is it your ex’s child, that weakling of a man?” He laughed, his sharp gaze piercing mine.

*No need to hide anymore.

“It’s not… it’s not his,” I stammered, dragging in a deep, shaky breath. His laugh was so cold it sent a fast shiver down my spine.

“Then whose child?”

He asked again, but I couldn’t speak, swallowing hard like a fish struggling for air.

The worst part was that I didn’t even know how to start the conversation. How could I boldly tell him that the child was a result of rape? A result of a night that had left me traumatized.

A night that had somehow brought us together. A night I could never forget.

A night that had shattered my relationship with my father, a tragedy night that had broken me into pieces.

How do I tell him? Would he even believe me?

“Don’t even try to tell me it’s mine,” he said, his voice laced with anger. “We haven’t had unprotected sex in over a month, but here you are, two months pregnant.” He tossed the cigarette into the ashtray and stood up, taking a step towards me.

I stepped back immediately, feeling my heart racing as if it might jump out of my chest.

“I asked you about the constant daily hospital visits, and you looked me straight in the face and lied to me.”

I could detect the hurt and betrayal in his voice. I wiped away my tears, holding back the sobs.

“Fine,” he stopped in front of me, his voice back to its usual serious tone. “I will forgive you because obviously this happened before we got married, but…”

He paused, and I gulped hard, my heart beating very fast as I waited for him to complete his sentence. “But I will not raise another man’s child as my own, so I’m giving you three days to terminate the pregnancy.”

“Da… mine,” I choked out, overcome with emotion, as he slowly lifted my chin and stroked my tears with his thumb. “Just three days, wife, don’t test my patience.”

With that said, he turned around and left.

Looking at the closed door, I just couldn’t hold the sobs again so I let my tears flow in full force. Despite hating that night, I couldn’t bring myself to terminate the pregnancy.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I just can’t kill an innocent child, my first womb opener… . My child.

I feel so emotional about this pregnancy, that I can’t even think of killing the innocent baby. The thought is just unbearable.

But what will I do?

He gave me just three days.

**** ******

The chirping of birds outside hinted that it was early morning. Stretching my arms, I yawned before sitting upright. I tilted my head to the left, but the space beside me was empty. I guessed I had slept alone again last night.

*Sighs!

I dragged in a deep breath and rubbed my face to shake off the sleep, clearing the tiny specks from my eyes.

I was supposed to go to the hospital today, as Damien had scheduled a private session for me with Doctor Jessica, but I didn’t think I would follow through with his plan.

Though Staying here didn’t seem like a good option either. I sighed, leaning against the bed frame, when suddenly a knock came at the closed door.

Exhaling out a breath, I rubbed my palms.

“Come in,” I whispered, and Aurora walked in.

“Good morning, madame,” I nodded at her, not saying anything as I gestured for her to speak up.

“Mr. Owen, your driver is downstairs waiting for you.”

He is damn serious about this.

“Okay, fine, tell him to give me 5 minutes,” I said dismissively, and Aurora nodded before walking away.

As soon as I heard the door close, I buried my face in the pillow and screamed, my eyes burning with tears. What do I do now?

He doesn’t want the baby and I just couldn’t terminate the child, not only because of my health issue but somehow I have grown attached to the little twinkle star in there.

But what exactly should I do?

He gave me just three days and today is already day one.