Chapter 7 Get rid of it
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(Almira’s POV)
He’s Reginald Hitwell? How could I not recognize his face! He’s the ex-chairman of MW Group before Lysander became the CEO. This can't be real.
My breath catches in my throat.
He’s here in my house. What other possible reasons could it be other than the fact that his grandson and I did something we shouldn't have that night at the cruise ship.
Does… Does he know?
He tilted his head, studying me like I’m some puzzle he’s trying to solve. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, Almira.”
He knows my name.
Of course, he does. He even knows where I live. I’m in so much trouble!
My legs feel like they might give out any time soon. I have never met someone so intimidating in my life. His stares alone are enough for me to know that he doesn't like me. Then why? What brought him here?
"How… How do you know my name?" I asked, trying to play dumb.
He stepped closer, and I instinctively backed away, only to bump into the men behind me. I glanced quickly at them before turning to face the old man in front of me. I’m trapped. There’s no way I can escape this.
“I know everything about you, my dear,” he said, looking at me with a hint of disgust on his face. "And I’m sure you know why I’m here."
I could barely breathe. All I can think about is that I should have never lured myself into this trap.
The best thing to do when you see an unfamiliar car parked outside your house is to run the f**k away. Why did I come alone here? What was I expecting to happen?
Alpha Reginald stepped closer, and I panicked. There's something in his expression that gives me chills. My breath comes fast and shallow as I feel the presence of the two men behind me. They’re massive, like walls blocking any chance of escape.
“What do you want?” I finally asked. I was still trying to look tough, but my trembling voice betrayed me. “You can’t just come into my house and—”
Before I could finish, one of his men snatched my bag and gave it to him.
“Hey! That’s mine!” I protested, trying to grab it back, but the guards held me back.
Fear started to hack into my system.
They're not here to talk.
They're here to harass me!
Alpha Reginald didn’t even flinch, even when my eyes were like laser beams shooting at him. He calmly tips my bag upside down, dumping everything onto the floor. I gasped as I watched my stuff fall on the floor—my wallet, keys, a half-eaten granola bar, and…
My heart sinks as the folded papers fall out. The ones from the clinic. The ones confirming I’m pregnant.
He noticed immediately. A cruel smile creeps onto his face as he picks up the papers. He was watching my reaction as he unfold them with deliberate slowness.
Alpha Reginald knows exactly what to find in my stuff. He knows that I am pregnant.
“Ah,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “So, it’s true.”
I freeze. My mind is racing, trying to figure out what to say. I can't tell him the truth. He can’t know that I’m carrying his grandson’s baby. “That’s… that’s not—”
“Don’t bother lying to me,” he cut me off, his tone sharp. He gave me a disgusted look. “I already knew the truth before I even came in here. I was just confirming it. I already know it’s Lysander’s.”
My stomach twists. “No, it’s not.”
I mentally cursed when I felt the two corners of my eyes heating up. There’s just so much pressure I’m feeling inside right now. And that pregnancy hormones are making it worse.
The last thing I wanted to happen was to cry in front of her. But what can I do?
I’m weak…
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Really?” He pulls a tablet from his jacket pocket and taps the screen a few times before holding it out toward me.
My face flushed with horror as I saw the footage. It’s me and Lysander, entering the Presidential Suite at the hotel. We’re kissing. Anyone who sees that footage can easily tell what we did inside the room.
“Cameras don’t lie,” he said, putting the tablet away.
I can barely think. My head feels like it’s spinning. There's no denying that now. How do I face someone who obviously doesn't want me for his grandson?
“Don’t worry, Almira. The last thing I expected was for Lysander to get involved with someone like you.”
Someone like me?
He makes it sound like I’m some trash compared to them. Does being an Omega really give me that low status?
I clenched my fists.
“I wasn’t going to tell him,” I firmly said. It’s obvious that he’s thinking that I wanted to do anything with his grandson. Why would I? My hopes of giving my child a father vanished the moment I saw that announcement on the screen. “I’m not after anything if that's what you're worried about.”
Reginald laughed, but there was no humor in it. It was a cold, harsh sound that will taunt you even without words.
“Oh, please. Don’t insult my intelligence, girl. I’ve got eyes on you everywhere. You think this is the first time I knew about your little plan to enter Lysander's life?”
He… He was spying on me?
“You went to MW Building today, didn’t you? Hoping to throw this little ‘accident’ in his face? Pathetic.”
My eyes widened.
I immediately shake my head. “That’s not true! I—I didn’t… I just…”
“You didn't? You’re still lying. You think you could just climb above your rank,” he sneered. My lips parted. That didn't even cross my mind. I did plan to tell him about the baby, but it wasn't because I wanted something from him—I wanted to give him a chance to be a father. How could he judge so quickly? “Let me make one thing clear, Omega. Lysander is out of your league. Always has been, always will be.”
A bitter smile flashed into my lips.
His words stings like a f*****g b***h, but I did not to show it. He’d be happy to see that his taunting words are cutting me.
“I don’t care about that,” I managed to say. “You can have all your wealth and status to yourself. He’s already marrying someone else. What happened between us was a mistake. I’ve accepted that.”
Alpha Reginald stepped closer, his expression darkening. “Then do the right thing,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
I frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Get rid of it.”
The words hit me like a slap. “What?” I whispered.
“You heard me,” he said.
He wants me to get rid of my child? Is he out of his mind? This is life we’re talking about, and he wants me to get rid of it like it’s some sort of object?
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