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Chapter_57
Quinn’s breath hitched as Alexander’s grip tightened around her throat, his cold voice sending a shiver down her spine. She fought to stay composed, even as the pressure in her chest made it harder to breathe. The rage in his eyes was palpable, but so was the underlying fear—a fear of losing control, a fear of whatever he thought she was hiding.
“I’m not your property, Alexander,” Quinn managed to say through strained breaths, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hand instinctively moved to cover her stomach, a silent but powerful gesture that made Alexander pause.
His gaze flickered, and for a fleeting moment, Quinn saw something in his eyes—something almost human, though it was quickly replaced by the usual coldness. He let go of her throat, but only to pull her closer, his grip shifting to her wrist as he guided her to the couch.
“Why are you hiding it from me?” His voice was quieter now, though still laced with the same dangerous edge. “Why are you so intent on keeping this a secret?”
Quinn’s pulse raced as she tried to steady herself. She could feel the weight of his presence pressing in on her, as if the air around them had grown thick with unspoken tension. She could not—would not—tell him yet. Not until she was certain.
“You don’t want to know,” Quinn replied, her voice steady despite the growing fear inside her. She was never going to tell him—not unless she had to. Not unless there was no other choice.
Alexander’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing as if he were trying to read her soul. “Don’t make me drag it out of you, Quinn,” he warned, his tone darkening once again. “I don’t care how much you try to protect it or hide it. I’ll find out.”
For a moment, Quinn wondered if she could even live in a world where this man could find out. Would he take the child from her? Would he demand that she terminate it, as he once had before? She couldn’t afford to be weak. Not now. Not ever.
“I’m not hiding anything from you, Alexander,” Quinn finally said, her voice soft but firm. She met his gaze, refusing to let him see the fear that churned inside her. “I just… I don’t want to deal with your anger. Not over this.”
His expression softened ever so slightly, but Quinn could still feel the weight of his scrutiny. “You’re always so damn stubborn,” he muttered, his hand falling away from her wrist. “But you’re not fooling me.”
Before she could respond, the doorbell rang, interrupting the tense silence between them. Both of them froze, their attention snapping to the sound. Alexander’s eyes darkened again, suspicion flaring in them. “Who the hell is that?” he growled.
Quinn barely had time to react before Alexander stalked to the door, throwing it open without a second thought. Quinn’s heart skipped a beat. Her instincts screamed for her to hide, but there was nowhere to go.
Standing at the door was none other than Getty, her presence imposing even in the doorway. She looked unfazed, as if she had expected this confrontation.
Alexander’s jaw tightened, but he stepped aside, his face expressionless. “What do you want?” he asked flatly, his tone cutting through the air like a knife.
Getty’s gaze flickered to Quinn, then back to Alexander. “I need to talk to her. Now.”
Quinn’s heart was racing as she stood up from the couch, unsure of what Getty wanted or why she was here. But the weight of the situation was clear—everything was coming to a head, and she couldn’t keep hiding in the shadows forever.
Alexander’s eyes lingered on Getty, and for a brief moment, Quinn could see the tension in his posture, like a string pulled taut. His lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Whatever you need to say to her, you can say in front of me,” he said coldly, his gaze flickering to Quinn as though daring her to resist.
Getty didn’t flinch. Instead, she stepped into the room, her eyes sharp as ever. “This isn’t about you, Alexander,” she said, her tone calm but firm. “It’s about Quinn.”
Quinn’s chest tightened, the realization settling in that things were spiraling out of her control. Every action, every word, seemed to pull her deeper into a web of lies, and she had no idea how to break free.
