Escaping The Ruthless CEO With My Baby

Chapter 2 The Cold Directive

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tears had dried, leaving her eyes gritty and her face stiff. Crying was a luxury she couldn't afford. She forced her ach

e screen lit up with a picture of her mother, Eleanor

ing to keep her v

ou speak with him? Did you talk to Aloysius about the company? The

undid Izora. "This was your grandfather's life'

s my child's life in return. But the words caught in her thr

managed, the lie tasting like

d Izora's spirit, leaving her feeling utterly alone. She walked like a ghost back to her bedroom, a part of the house designed to look lik

g day-a cold, sterile affair in a judge's chambers with more lawye

to a dark room. A soft

d in the doorway, his face as impassive

ctful but devoid of warmth. "Mr.

e, printed on the heavy, watermarked stationery of the Lawson family's

eduled. Two days from now. Nine in the morning. Cedar Creek Private Medical Center. They had even attached the resum

ly. He hadn't wasted a second. H

hurled the folder at the wall. The

r voice a low snarl. "Tell him

. "My only task was to deliver the documents, Mada

wasn't a home; it was a prison, and he was o

ver the toilet. She gripped the cold marble sink, staring at her pale, haunted r

to save

d from the depths of her

w, the Lawson appendage. He was also, she knew, one of the few men in New

ross the calendar. A tech industry charity gala. Tonight. At the Metropolitan Museum of Art. J

m filled with designer gowns she rarely wore. Tonight, she needed more than a dress.

air, now held a glint of steely

ing the house line for the garage.

car ready. I'm

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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.”