The Trillionaire's Obsession

Chapter 5 : Exile

LILLIAN'S POV

The sound of my own sobs was deafening.

“Please… please… the baby… please…” I whimpered, curling onto the floor. My arms wrapped around my stomach like if I held it close enough, it could somehow protect the life growing inside me.

“Stop crying!” Edward’s voice thundered. “Stop making this about you!”

“I…I can’t! I’m scared! Please, Edward… don’t…”

“You’ve ruined everything!” he shouted, and I flinched, expecting a blow. The room spun. My head hit the floor, my vision blurred, and still, I whispered, “The baby… please… the baby…”

I didn’t feel his hands. I only felt the weight of his rage in the air, heavy and suffocating. The walls seemed to close in, every echo of his voice bouncing off marble and wood.

I begged, crying, shivering, the taste of blood and tears sharp in my mouth. My knees scraped the floor, my fingers pressed to my stomach. “Please… please… don't hurt the baby…”

Edward’s footsteps were relentless. He yelled. I didn’t keep count of the words, the anger, the fury. My chest heaved. My body shook. I curled tighter. “I didn’t do anything! I’m not… I’m not your enemy!”

His laughter cut through the room, cold, hard, terrifying. “You are my mistake!” he hissed. “And mistakes cost more than you can imagine!”

Somewhere behind me, Victoria’s soft sniffle sounded. I dared to glance. She was standing near the wall, her face pale, her eyes wet but there was a glint I didn’t understand. Smugness hiding beneath tears, maybe. I didn’t want to see. I couldn’t.

I begged again, whispering, “The baby… please… don’t…”

I don’t remember how long it lasted. How the minutes stretched into hours. How the world seemed to collapse into the sound of my own breath and his anger.

Then silence.

I dared to look up. Edward’s chest rose and fell, his face still tight with fury. The room smelled of fear and sweat and something metallic. My tears had soaked my clothes, my hair clung to my cheeks. I was trembling from head to toe, nothing left but raw shock.

“Get her out,” he finally said. Flat. Cold. Like he was dismissing a stain.

A young man in a suit stepped forward. “Now, sir?”

“Yes,” Edward said. His eyes never left mine. “Everything she owns. Everything she touches. Take it. Remove her.”

I couldn’t breathe. My throat closed. “Edward… please… I…”

“Leave. Now,” he repeated.

Victoria stepped forward. Her hand rested lightly on my shoulder. I froze.

“I… I’ll take care of this,” she said softly. “Lillian, it’s… for the best.”

“Victoria?” I whispered. “Why… why are you…”

Her eyes shimmered with fake tears. “I… I can’t watch this anymore. You need to go.”

Go. I nodded slowly, unable to speak. My bag had been snatched from the counter. My phone was taken. Cards canceled. Documents shredded. A small bag, barely containing anything, was thrown at me.

“Go,” Victoria urged again. “Just… leave.”

I stumbled back, and then the doors of the mansion swung closed behind me.

The night swallowed me.

Cold air hit my skin. The city lights were distant, distant and unwelcoming. My bag felt heavier than it was, my arms shaking from exhaustion. My throat ached from screaming. My stomach… my stomach felt hollow, fragile, like it could shatter at any moment.

I tried to call someone but my phone was gone. My bag held nothing but scraps. No numbers. No contacts. Just a few clothes, a small wallet, and my despair.

I walked. I had no direction. Every street looked the same. Every shadow loomed like it was waiting for me. I tried to focus on breathing, on putting one foot in front of the other.

“Please… please…” I whispered to the empty streets. “Somebody… anybody…”

Cars passed. People laughed far away. Music spilled from a bar somewhere. I felt invisible. Alone. Empty.

I stumbled, nearly falling, my legs refusing to hold me. The bag slipped from my shoulder, hitting the pavement. I sank to my knees, curling slightly, clutching my stomach again. “Please… baby… don't leave me,” I whispered, voice cracking.

The night seemed endless. Lights and shadows blended into shapes that weren’t real. I pressed my hands over my face, sobbing softly, rocking back and forth on the cold asphalt.

I didn’t notice the time passing. Or maybe I did, and I couldn’t feel it. My body hurts. My mind hurts. My heart hurt.

I started to crawl. Not forward. Not really moving. Just… trying to survive. My hands scraped against the pavement. My tears wet the ground. My breath came in ragged gasps.

A car horn blared. I froze, looking up. The bright headlights cut through the night. Too bright. Too fast. Too close.

I pressed my hands over my eyes instinctively. My stomach curled. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to vanish.

The sound of brakes screamed in the air. Tires squealed. The smell of burning rubber filled my nose.

I tried to move. I tried to get out of the way. But my legs wouldn’t obey. My arms woul

dn’t lift me fast enough.

And then I felt the impact.

Everything went white.