But before I could, the door burst open.
Bryant.
His eyes flicked to the pills in my hand. The room exploded.
The next thing I knew, the pills were slapped from my grasp. My back hit the wall as he grabbed my wrists, his face contorted with fury.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” he growled.
Tears streamed down my face. “Getting rid of your disgusting spawn!”
His grip tightened. “You think I’ll let you? You think I’ll let you take away the one thing securing my legacy?”
I choked back a sob. “You’re a monster.”
His jaw clenched. “Maybe. But you? You’re mine. And so is that child.”
His words sent ice through my veins
That’s when he finally admitted it.
“The baby is the key,” he said coldly. “Once it’s born, Mr. Dawson’s fortune becomes fully mine.”
My stomach twisted in disgust.
Of course. This wasn’t about love. It wasn’t even about me.
It was about power.
I shoved at him, but he didn’t budge. His grip remained firm, his expression unreadable. “Get used to it, love,” he whispered before letting me go.
I collapsed onto the floor. He left without another word.
I curled into myself, sobs wracking my body.
I had to escape.
I tried. Again and again.