CHAPTER 3: TANGLED LIE
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(Devina's POV)
[3 weeks Later]
"I did everything you asked! What more do you want from me?" I yelled, unable to control my anger.
"You shouldn’t cause any more scandals, Devina. Haven’t you done enough?" A cold, ruthless voice bellowed in rage.
It wasn’t until I tasted the salty liquid in my mouth that I realized I had been crying all along.
This cannot be happening. My entire life was crashing before my eyes, and there was nothing I could do about it.
It's been weeks now since the incident between us and I thought everything had died down.
He hadn't spoken to me for once this past few weeks and when he had called for me I thought he had wanted to address what happened that night but I was wrong.
He wanted to cancel our contract.
He had accused me of drugging him that night.
I tried to open my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t. I found myself choking on my words, my lips quivering in anger—or was it fear? I couldn’t tell anymore.
"You have to sign it Devina. You’ve always known this marriage was just a charade. The deal is off," he scoffed, his hazel eyes meeting mine in a stiff glare.
I knew I couldn't sign that contract, not when I was so close to finally getting the company.
"I didn’t spike your drink, Darius I swear. Just like you, I don’t remember anything that happened that night. I didn’t breach the rules of the contract!" I shouted, my chest heaving with pain.
"It was a simple rule—no physical touch or intimacy. You know I would never touch you under normal circumstances," he sneered, looking at me like I disgusted him.
"Why would I do that? I know I would lose the company if I breached the contract. Why would I shoot myself in the foot?"
I needed to think something, anything at all to save myself.
"I'm pregnant," I suddenly blurted out, and immediately regretted it. As soon as the words left my lips, I realized the weight of what I had said.
How could I think of such a dreadful excuse, of everything I had to come up with, it was this?
I'm definitely doomed!
He spilled his coffee on his sparkling white tuxedo, choking on my words. His dangerous glare locked onto my stomach.
"What did you just say?" He growled lowly, his
"I.. I think I'm pregnant?" I stuttered.
I’ll rip your heart from your chest, Devina, if this turns out to be a lie," he said, rising from his chair and advancing toward me menacingly.
I shrieked in fear, stepping back. I lost my balance and felt myself falling into the cabinet.
Bracing for the impact, I closed my eyes, expecting pain. But instead, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me roughly into his hold.
My heart pounded as I breathed in his scent—it smelled like death itself.
He raised my chin and stared deep into my eyes, as if peering into my soul.
It felt like time had stopped, and all I could feel was raw fear coursing through my veins, leaving me gasping for air.
"Breathe," he whispered. "We wouldn’t want the baby to suffocate," he scoffed, abruptly withdrawing from me.
"What exactly should I do with you?
First you broke the rules of the contract, and now you’re pregnant? Could it get any worse, Devina?"
Though his words were blunt, there was something gentle in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen in the eight months we’d been married—or pretended to be.
"But you have to believe me Darius, I didn't put anything in our drink. We.."
"Well enough of that. Right now we have another pressing issue," he snapped, glancing at my stomach.
"Get ready. We’re going to the hospital to confirm your claim," he added, glaring at me like a predator eyeing prey that narrowly escaped his trap.
At that moment, my head began to spin in fear.
But I’m not really pregnant.
He’ll kill me if he finds out that I lied to him. The thought of him snapping my neck sent shivers down my spine. No one has ever lied to the Alpha and lived to tell the story.
Hot tears streamed down my face as my head pounded with anxiety. I tried to think of a way to salvage this situation.
"Devina," he called, snapping me out of my thoughts and plunging me back into reality. "You know how much I hate being kept waiting," his steel voice boomed in the large room.
I quickly staggered out of the living room to change my outfit. What will I tell Father? Even if the Alpha spares my life, Father won’t.
My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest.
I thought I heard footsteps approaching as I hurriedly slipped into the blue Tea-length gown I had retrieved.
Without brushing my hair or taking a second glance at my reflection, I bolted out of the room, afraid to keep Alfred waiting.
Bumping into him as I stepped out, he hissed in frustration and gave me a cold stare.
"Are you just naturally clumsy or you're trying too hard?" he spat as he whisked past me into the room.
"Wait in the car," he ordered, not sparing me a second glance.
Pushing my trembling legs forward, I trudged carefully down the stairs, struggling to bear my own weight.
I reached the black limo and made myself comfortable in the back seat. On a normal day, I would have marveled at the luxurious interior of the car and treat myself to a cup of latte.
But today wasn’t that day. I sat still, wondering how my life had come to this.
Forced into a one-year contract marriage with the cruelest man I’d ever known, just to secure my father’s company and preserve our family’s heritage in Oakville.
And now, after nearly a year of misery, I was on the verge of losing everything because of one night gone wrong.
He’ll never believe I had nothing to do with that night if he finds out I lied about the pregnancy. I was already sobbing as the reality of my situation hit me hard.
How could you be so stupid, Devina? Lying about a pregnancy? That’s the height of foolishness. I scolded myself.
Maybe I was desperate. Maybe I needed to do something to save the marriage—not that I cared, but I had to secure the deal for my father.
"Devina!" A voice called, jolting me from my thoughts. I knew that voice all too well.
"Did you lose your sense of hearing too?" he snarled in contempt.
It was then I realized we had reached the hospital.
When did we leave? How did we get here so quickly? Panic surged through me.
"You look like you’ve seen a ghost. It’s just a hospital, dear wife," Darius snickered, mockery heavy in his voice.
Without a word, I stepped out of the car and walked toward the entrance.
My head flooded with a thousand thoughts, the dominant one urging me to flee for my life. I could feel my wolf growling dangerously inside me.
But running would be futile. No one escapes the mighty Darius Foxx—except if I were dead.
And in my case, running was out of the question. Darius would search the depths of hell to find me.
"Mrs. Foxx, this way, please." It was Dr. Smith, the Foxx's family doctor.
Knowing Darius could have easily called for him, I didn’t understand why we had to come to the hospital.
Maybe it was just to make it easier to transport my body to the morgue after he killed me.
I whimpered as I entered the restroom and quickly peed into the blue container Dr. Smith handed me. My legs trembled badly the entire time.
I handed the container to Dr. Smith, then perched on the office couch, awaiting my fate.
I can’t go home if I survive this. Father had never cared about me.
All he saw me as, was a tool to help him gain status, wealth, and power in Oakville. He wouldn’t hesitate to dispose of me once I was no longer useful.
It felt like the world had come to a halt, and time refused to move. Despite the cool mist from the office’s A/C, my forehead shimmered with cold sweat.
My hands were clammy, and I was grateful to be sitting, as my knees wouldn't stop buckling.
Alfred stood there, impatient. His face was unreadable, and I was thankful he wasn’t looking at me—my body would have betrayed my emotions.
Not that it will matter for long, I thought grimly.
After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Smith emerged from his office holding a paper, slipping it into an envelope. His face gleamed with excitement.
His next words spiraled my life into chaos.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Foxx. You’re three weeks pregnant!"
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