Chapter 79 I will Kill You
Shawn
My hatred, my rage, my anger, and my rage returned threefold.
Instantly!
My pitiful thoughts washed away like a tsunami when Irina told me that Sarah was alive and she was... carrying my child. A child I didn't know about!
She decided to hide my heir from me! I got angry again, and a volcano of madness bubbled up inside me again.
"I have something very, very important to ask you!" she declared, narrowing her eyes slyly. Then she thrust a phone with a photo in my face. "You're looking for her, right? I've seen a bunch of ads! And I know where Sarah is hiding! I think you promised a substantial reward there to anyone who gives you any information about this girl."
Holy shit!
Alive...
Alive, after all!
The first thing I felt wasn't a surge of anger, but... a strange relief. It was as if a chunk of concrete had fallen from my heart. Not just my heart, but my lungs too. Breathing became as easy as in the frosty mountains.
I exhaled deeply and hoarsely.
As proof, Irina showed me a photo she'd taken secretly. The girl had snapped a picture of Sarah from afar, and then I turned in anger. Because... because I saw her belly clearly visible through her windbreaker.
Holy shit!
At first, I didn't understand anything! Maybe she'd gained weight, maybe she lived in the countryside now, maybe her sweater was a size too big, until Irina said: "Yes, Sarah is pregnant. She told me your story and admitted that the baby is yours, Shawn Romano."
He slammed his fist on the table, seething with emotion, and ordered the guard: "Oleg, let's go! Urgent! We need to find her immediately!"
"She seems to be heading into town for an ultrasound..." Irina babbled in a honeyed voice, stuffing a huge wad of cash into her purse. "I'll give you the address."
Excellent!
Well, now we've got you, little bird! I'm coming for you... Now you won't escape!"
Sarah
Present Tense
“Where are we going?” The car accelerates, the engine roaring like a wild animal, which makes it a hundred times more terrifying.
Shawn, like the master of hell, sprawls across the leather seat of the foreign car and looks at me as if I were dust under his expensive shoes.
“To the clinic, he growls. To a good, trusted clinic, the one I chose personally! We'll get tested, and most importantly, a DNA test.”
Oh no!
How did he know?
Who turned me in...Someone definitely turned me in to the scoundrel! There are plenty of suspects. And what next?
My God, is he really going to take my child away from me when I give birth and then make me answer for what he accused me of, for something I didn't do?
I decided to cheat, I decided to try to fight back! I know the chances are slim, but at least I'll try. I have to fight! If I'm going to die, let's die with a vengeance!
"This isn't your child, do you hear me? What makes you think that?"
"I have my own sources," he grinned wickedly. "You won't escape me, Sarah! Or..." He lunged forward, grabbed me sharply by the cheekbones, squeezing them with his fingers. He moved closer to my ear and growled terribly. "I'll kill you."
"No!" I tried to break free, but the devil with the icy eyes held me too tightly. "You wouldn't dare!"
Shawn pulled away from me, removing his hands. His face became terrifyingly creepy and icy. And then he hit me with the next sentence, harder than a punch to the stomach. "If the child isn't mine, then I don't need you anymore. Bogdan! Now, turn the car around!
"Where to?" the driver clarified.
"Outside the city! Into the forest. Thicker, darker. I need to kill this little bastard!" He growled.
"Got it! The shovel's in the trunk, I haven't had time to clear it out yet from last time!"
Asshole Billionaire grabbed my hair, twisting it around his fist until the roots cracked. Tiny specks danced before my eyes. I was so overcome with fear that my limbs went numb and I lost my voice.
He wants to kill me. I trembled as if in a deadly fever, and tears streamed down my cheeks. "No-no-no need to kill... Have mercy!"
He chuckled arrogantly, continuing to roughly play with my hair. "And someone spared me? My business! Did you feel guilty when you betrayed me? After what I did for you, you poor little girl!”
He said the word "poor" with obvious sarcasm.
"I didn't betray... I didn't betray... I was set up," she whispered, licking her lips, tears dripping onto them. Shawn suddenly looked at them. His face changed slightly. A feral lust played on it, in addition to the universal anger.
"I conducted a thorough investigation, and you did it. There's tons of evidence! And I would have killed you on the spot without another word, because I fucking hate traitors! But..." His hand slides down my waist, moving lower.
He rests on my stomach, squeezing gently. He caresses it, stroking the bulge with his warm fingers. This action takes my breath away, and my head begins to spin. Suddenly I feel a pleasant tickling sensation inside, as if someone had brushed a feather against me.
The baby stirred. He responded, sensing... his scoundrel of a father. How else can I explain it? The baby had been sitting very quietly this whole time, but when he touched me, he began to move vigorously.
For some reason, these touches sent a powerful heat through me, and goosebumps ran down my spine. My body remembered its tempter and master. Reacted, contrary to reason, accordingly.
Fuck! How good... How pleasant it is when he touches me so possessively, claiming me as his own. I hate him! I curse him! For using me, playing with me like some kind of animal! For being so rude to me and threatening to kill me without remorse.