Escaping The Ruthless CEO With My Baby

Author: Shore Tour

Chapter 1 A Cold Transaction

Word Count: 798 | Released on: Today at 10:48

r crinkling under the pressure of her damp palm. She stood before the heavy oak doors of Aloys

did little to calm her

small car, his focus entirely on a document before him. The lamplight carved sharp angles

flat, the tone he used for a sub

ard, the thick rug swallowing the sound of her footsteps, a

embled, a traitor to her

nd white text, but no flicker of joy, no hint of surprise, registered in them. Only a cold, analytical assessment. He slid the r

is tone unchanged. "She needs a bone marrow

ike being plunged into ice water. "A bone marr

lder across the desk. It landed next to her pregnancy report.

e inside out, spread through her body. He didn't care about t

ysius," she said, her vo

re brutal than any blow. "Mine? Izora, you know exa

onths ago, a drink that tasted wrong, a disorientation she couldn't fight. Wak

hadow over her. "I don't know whose bastard you're ca

se, surgical cut. Her

d of it. Then go to the hospital and donate to El

ed blood. A raw, desperate defia

was the look one gave a malfunctioning piece of equipment. "You

ng the lapels. He adjusted his cuffs, a small, meticulous gesture that screamed

?" The cry was ripped from h

"Trust? The moment you schemed your way into

zora's legs gave out, and she sank to the floor, her hand instinctivel

l, cosmic joke. She pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling as she opened a news ap

He wasn't just disowning their child. He was

there, broken on the floor of his monument to power, a tiny, hard ember of resolve began to

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Escaping The Ruthless CEO With My Baby

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“I held the positive pregnancy report, hoping it would finally bring a trace of warmth to my cold, transactional marriage with Aloysius Lawson. Instead, he didn't even glance at it. He slid a medical consent form across his massive desk and coldly ordered me to abort the baby. His sister Eloisa's leukemia had relapsed. She needed a bone marrow transplant, and I was the only match. He accused me of carrying another man's bastard, completely denying the one chaotic night we actually spent together. When I desperately sought help from my childhood friend Julian at a gala, he publicly humiliated me, terrified of my husband's wrath. Aloysius's mistress mocked me in front of the elite crowd, while my own mother begged me to save our family's failing company, oblivious that the price was my baby's life. Aloysius dragged me home, bruising my arms, and threatened to destroy anyone who dared to help me. I begged him, offering to wait three weeks for a DNA test to prove the child was his true heir. "Why would I wait three weeks?" he sneered, his eyes devoid of humanity. "Eloisa doesn't have three weeks. It has to go." I was entirely alone, treated as nothing more than a blood bag and a pawn. Why was my flesh and blood worth absolutely nothing to them? Sitting in the sterile room of the private abortion clinic, holding the flimsy blue scrubs he forced me to wear, my despair finally hardened into pure rage. When the nurse urged me to hurry, I dropped the scrubs to the floor. "I'm waiting for someone," I said, my voice eerily steady as I took the first step to destroy them all.”