Escaping The Ruthless CEO With My Baby

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