The Billionaire's Forced Bride

Uninvited Guest 2

Chapter 17

Uninvited Guest 2

Amara’s POV

The knocking at the door was loud and persistent, jolting me from my deep thoughts. I sighed, wondering who could be so impatient. Damian wasn’t home, and I was grateful for the rare peace. I don't long to seeing him in the evenings as before, all I wanted was to stay far away from his lustful and penetrating eyes, but with cold and distant exterior.

“Hold on!” I called, standing up and heading to the door. When I opened it, my heart nearly stopped.

Victor.

He stood there, looking as polished as ever in a crisp navy suit, his jaw tight with barely suppressed anger. His eyes locked on mine, piercing and accusing. He was the least person I expected to see at my doorpost.

“Victor,” I said, my voice a mix of surprise and dread. “What are you doing here?”

He pushed past me without waiting for an invitation. “We need to talk.”

I shut the door, already feeling the headache forming. “Victor, this isn’t the time—”

“Oh, it’s the perfect time, Amara,” he snapped, turning to face me. “What the hell were you thinking, running off like that with my baby?”

I froze, my breath catching. “What exactly are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” he barked, his voice echoing in the spacious living room. “You disappeared without saying a word, and now, I surprisingly find out you’re pregnant? How could you do this to me?”

“It’s not your baby,” I said firmly, crossing my arms to steady myself.

His eyes widened, the shock quickly replaced by disbelief. “What do you mean it’s not my baby? We were obviously engaged, Amara! I deserve an explanation. If anything, that baby is mine and I deserve to be nowhere else but in my child's life.”

I shook my head, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Victor, I’m telling you the truth. The baby isn’t yours in anyway. You need to let this go.”

He stepped closer, his voice softening to my surprise but his intensity unrelenting. “Amara, listen to me. I made a mistake walking away. I shouldn’t have ended things. I want us to fix this, to be a family. Come back to me. I would do right by you.”

I stared at him, stunned by his audacity. “Victor, you were the one who broke off the engagement. You called it quits. And now you think you can just waltz back into my life and demand that I come back?”

He reached for my hand, his touch both familiar and unwelcome. “I was angry, Amara. Hurt beyond my imaginations. But I’ve thought about it, and I know what I want now. I want you. I want us.”

I pulled my hand away immediately, shaking my head. “It’s too late, Victor. My life has changed, and I’ve moved on.”

“Moved on?” he scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “To what? To Damian? Do you really think he cares about you? He’s using you, Amara. He doesn’t love you.”

Before I could respond, the front door swung open, and Damian walked in. The tension in the room instantly doubled.

Victor turned to face him, his posture stiffening. Damian, ever composed, took one look at the scene and set his briefcase down with deliberate calmness.

“What’s going on here?” Damian asked, his voice low and measured, but his eyes burned with a quiet intensity.

Victor squared his shoulders. “I came to talk to Amara. This doesn’t in anyway concern you.”

Damian’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “Anything involving Amara concerns me.”

Victor took a step forward, his tone defiant. “She’s wearing my ring. She’s still mine.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Damian said, his voice sharp as a blade. He moved to stand beside me, his presence commanding. “Amara is no longer yours, Victor. And if you think for one second that I’ll let you bully her, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Victor’s eyes flicked between us, his jaw tightening. “You’re making a mistake, Amara. This man doesn’t care about you.”

Damian stepped closer to Victor, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Leave. Now.”

Victor hesitated, his fists clenching at his sides. “This isn’t over,” he said, his voice laced with warning before he turned and stormed out.

As the door slammed shut, I let out a shaky breath.

“Are you okay?” Damian asked, his tone surprisingly soft.

“I’m fine,” I said, though my voice betrayed my exhaustion.

He nodded, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for something. “Good.”

For a moment, I thought I saw something vulnerable in his expression, something almost tender. But then, just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

“Next time, don’t let him in,” he said coldly, stepping away from me.

And there it was...the Damian I had come to know. The one who kept his walls so high that even a hint of warmth felt like a fluke.

“Why do you care?” I asked, my frustration bubbling over.

He paused, his back to me. “I don’t,” he said after a moment, his voice devoid of emotion. “I just don’t want anyone else causing problems.”

With that, he walked away, leaving me standing in the middle of the room, torn between gratitude and anger.

Damian had defended me, protected me in a way no one else had before. But his coldness was a constant reminder that I was just a responsibility to him, nothing more.

I placed a hand on my stomach, uncertainty clouding my sense of judgement. For the sake of my baby, I had to stay strong. But with Damian’s hot-and-cold behavior and Victor’s renewed determination, I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Should I keep enduring or run away with my unborn child?