Escaping The Devil
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Locked. He actually locked me in. Like I was a prisoner. Like I was an animal.
I banged on the door until my fists bled. I screamed until my throat was raw. No one came. The staff was too scared of Alexander King to help his 'sold wife'.
Three days. He kept me locked in that room for three days. Food came through a slot in the door. Like jail.
On the fourth day, the door opened. It wasn't Alexander. It was Marcus, his head of security. A giant man with no smile.
"Mr. King wants you downstairs," he said. No emotion. Just orders.
I followed him, my legs weak. My hand was on my stomach the whole time. Protecting my baby. Our baby.
Alexander was waiting in the living room. He was on the phone, speaking in millions. Business as usual. Like he hadn't just sentenced his wife to death.
He hung up when he saw me. "You look terrible," he said, scanning my pale face and messy hair. "Are you taking care of my son?"
My son. Not our son. His son. Like I was just the carrier.
"He's fine," I spat. "For now."
Alexander walked towards me slowly. "My mother was right about one thing. You are a problem, Amelia. A big problem."
He stopped in front of me. Too close. "I have a solution."
He pulled out a paper from his jacket. He threw it on the glass table. "Sign it."
I picked it up. My hands shook as I read. It was a contract. A new contract.
'After the birth of the heir, Amelia Jones will relinquish all parental rights and claims to the King fortune. She will be paid 1 crore and will disappear forever. If she ever tries to contact the child, she will be eliminated.'
One crore. He was buying my death for one crore. After he bought my life for ten.
I looked up at him, my eyes full of tears and hate. "And if I don't sign?"
He shrugged. That cold, heartless shrug. "Then the accident happens tonight. Your choice, wife. One crore and life, or death for free."
I was trapped. Truly trapped. Sign and lose my baby, or die and lose him anyway.
I picked up the pen. My hand shook so hard I could barely hold it.
Just as the pen touched the paper, the front door burst open.
A man walked in. Older, but with Alexander's same cruel eyes. His father.
"Stop this madness!" his father roared. "I heard everything, Alexander! You're going to kill the mother of your child?"
Alexander didn't even flinch. "Stay out of this, Father. This is my business."
"Business?" his father laughed bitterly. "You call this business? She's pregnant with my grandchild! Your mother has poisoned your mind!"
Alexander's face turned to stone. "Get out."
"No," his father said. He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw kindness in a King man's eyes. "Come with me, child. I'll get you out of here. I'll protect you and the baby."
I looked from Alexander to his father. A chance. One chance to escape.
Alexander saw my decision on my face. He moved fast. Too fast. He grabbed my arm, yanking me back.
"She's not going anywhere," he growled. "She's MINE. I bought her. She and the baby belong to ME!"
He was screaming now. The ice had cracked. And under it was pure, burning rage. Possession.
His father tried to pull me away. "Alexander, let her go! You don't love her! This is just your pride!"
That stopped Alexander cold. He looked at his father. Then he looked at me. Really looked at me. At my tear-stained face. At my hand protecting our baby.
Something broke in his eyes. Something shifted.
He let go of my arm. "Get out," he whispered to his father. "Both of you. Get out of my house."
His father grabbed my hand. "Run," he whispered.
And we ran. Out the door, into a waiting car. Away from the devil. Away from Alexander King.
As the car sped away, I looked back at the penthouse. At the window. He was standing there. Watching us.
I couldn't see his face. But I knew he was broken.
I put my hand on my stomach. "We're safe now, little one," I whispered. "He can't hurt us anymore."
But deep down, I knew the truth. You can't escape the devil. Especially when you carry his heart inside you. And maybe... just maybe... he carries yours too.
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