Pregnant With His Secret
601 Words
Three months. That's how long it took.
Three months of cold nights, cruel words, and one night of burning passion that neither of us planned.
Alexander had kept his promise. He came to my room that night after his grandfather left. He didn't say a word. He just looked at me with those dark, hungry eyes.
And I... I didn't stop him. I was tired of fighting. Tired of being cold. For one night, I wanted to feel warm.
The next morning, he was gone. Back to being the ice king. Like nothing happened. Like I was nothing again.
But something did happen. I knew it the moment I woke up and ran to the bathroom to vomit.
I was pregnant. With his child. The heir he wanted so badly.
I should have been happy. This was my ticket out. Give him the baby, take the money, disappear. That was the plan.
So why did my heart feel like it was breaking?
I hid the pregnancy for two weeks. Baggy clothes, fake smiles, morning sickness hidden behind 'food poisoning'.
Until today. Today, his mother showed up at the penthouse. Victoria King. A woman more terrifying than Alexander.
She took one look at my pale face and the way I clutched my stomach, and she knew.
"You're pregnant," she said. It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Cold. Calculating.
I couldn't lie. "Yes."
She smiled. But it wasn't kind. It was the smile of a predator who just cornered its prey.
"Good," she said. "Now we can get rid of you faster."
My blood ran cold. "What?"
"Alexander doesn't need you anymore," she whispered, leaning close. "He just needs the baby. My son will never let a gold-digging girl like you raise a King heir. You will have an... accident. The baby will survive. You won't."
She left, leaving me shaking on the floor. They were going to kill me. After I gave birth.
I had to run. Tonight. Now.
I packed a small bag. Passport, some cash I had stolen from Alexander's wallet over the months. Not much, but enough.
I opened the bedroom door to leave. And ran straight into Alexander's chest.
He looked down at me. At the bag in my hand. At the fear in my eyes.
"Going somewhere, wife?" His voice was deadly quiet.
I took a step back. "Your mother... she said..."
"I know what she said," he cut me off. "I heard everything."
My heart stopped. He knew? And he did nothing?
"Then you know," I whispered, tears finally falling. "You know they want to kill me. Did you... did you tell her to do it?"
He stared at me for a long moment. His face was a mask of ice. I couldn't read him.
Then, he did something that broke me completely.
He laughed. A cold, cruel laugh.
"Of course I knew," he said. "Did you really think I would let a street rat like you raise my son? My heir?"
He grabbed my arm, his fingers digging into my skin. "You're not going anywhere, Amelia. You're going to stay right here. You're going to have my son. And then..."
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "And then you will die. Just like my mother planned."
He pushed me back into the room and locked the door from outside.
I sank to the floor, holding my stomach. Holding his baby. The baby that was going to get me killed.
Alexander King didn't just buy me. He bought my death.
And I had been stupid enough to fall in love with him.
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