Escaping The Ruthless CEO With My Baby

Chapter 6 Balcony Standoff

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of a dozen pairs of curious, judgmental eyes. She forced her spine to straighten,

"Well, Mrs. Lawson," she purred, a victorious smile playing on her lip

w a few stifled snicke

uss heirs," she said, her voice dangerously soft. "Unlike som

rom Aida's face. Izo

sed. "That won't last

't he married you? Oh, that's right. Your background probably i

torted with rage, and she ra

lf, her body tensi

arge, powerful hand shot out a

. He flung Aida's hand away with a flick of his wrist, not even bo

her flesh like talons. "Come with me," he bit

ewed whispers. Izora stumbled to keep up, his grip bruising, his pace relentless. He le

Izora lost her balance and slammed back against the cold s

you?" she gasped, ru

enveloping her in his shadow. "What's wrong with me?" he snarled, his

gaze. "On one hand, you're trying to trap me with a bastard child. On the other, you'

wisted, so far from the truth, it stole her breath.

ration he himself had created. But the words wouldn't come. What was the point? He had alr

, to him, an ad

le too close to home? Tell me, Izora," he leaned in close

ht of the night-the threats, the humiliation, the utter loneliness-came crashing down o

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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.”