ВойтиCHAPTER 5
ALYSSA'S POV
A resounding slap landed on my mom's face making her fall to the ground.
"What a bitch you are. You and your slut excuse of a daughter. How dare she get pregnant in my house and under my nose!!"
My dad was outrageous. even in his drunk state, he was mad after my mom decided to inform him about my pregnancy. But I can't let him blame her. It wasn't her fault. He was about dragging her off the floor when I ran to him in tiers.
"Father please stop. It wasn't her fault. Mother never knew when it happened."
"But she did know it happened."
He turned to me and grabbed my hair tightly.
"Fifteen years old pregnant girl. Aren't you just a whore. Opening those stupid legs of yours to get fucked." He spat.
"It wasn't my fault either father. I was rapped." I cried.
Suddenly, he let go of me and erupted into laughter.
"How pathetic. Who would want to sleep with someone like you. Do you think you're that pretty? Although, you'd ruined my plan of selling off your virginity. You skank."
He slapped me, now in anger.
"Am sick of this place. I don't even want to see your faces." He outaged then walked out. I crawled up to my mum who was already in tiers.
How long could I hid it from the world. I was carrying a child which was a result and the product of rape.
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I stood Infront of my room mirror for some reason even I don't understand. I tried examining myself. Strangely, I had slowly began to change. My breast and gotten fuller than before. Not as if it was small, but at least okay to be called a normal size. But now...
I raised my hands to my breast and squeezed lightly but immediately stopped with a hiss. It hurt and aches, alot. Indeed my breast had gotten a little swollen and heavier.
Slowly, I moved my hands to the him of my top, then raised it up to my breast level. Staring at my reflection through the mirror, my hand gazed at my still flat stomach. It isn't obviouse yet, but for how long.
I long will I keep my mom with this shame and embarrassment?
Her only crime was ever birthing a child like me.
My hand romed round my belly and the doctor's words right before we left the hospital rang again in my head like a flash back.
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"I advised She doesn't gets an abortion." She suggested. And my mom's eyes had glimed.
"What? Why not?" She had asked.
"Listen. Your daughter is still quite young and has a whole life ahead of her, we understand that. But due to the scan, we detect she is an alcer patient and it's close to a bim stage. Are you aware of that?" She asked and my mum nodded.
"Well, you should know that for a stage of an alcer patient like hers it's quite risky to get pregnant especially regarding her tender age. Her system isn't that matured yet and as the foetus develops into a baby, it's starts to react. Moving and kicking in it's mother's belly, and in her case, the baby could kick directly to her inner wounds." She explained. My mom looked at me sadly and shook her head.
"Oh, my baby. That could be really painful." Her voice cracked.
"Yes. That would be part of the reason why we don't suggest an abortion for her cause you can't predict the baby's state and it could end up getting bad for her."
My mom taught for a few seconds before responding. She sat beside me and pat my hair.
"I believe that the Lord would protect you." She whispered, kissing my forehead. "Don't worry baby. Am here for you."
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"What are you doing?"
I was too engrossed to know when my Mom had walked in. Through the mirror, I could see her holding a tray of plate. I quickly let down my top and turned, heading to my bed.
"Nothing."
I shrugged as I sat. She came beside me and placed the food on the bed as she sat.
"I know what you are thinking?"
Came her voice after observing.
"Don't." She blurt, shaking her head.
"Mom I-"
"I was married to a minyak, yet I stayed put. Not as if I didn't have a choice. But I just felt it was wrong to have let my guard down and chickened out, at least for your sake. I care about nothing else in this world but you. So everything I do is for your sake." Her voice was calm as she pat my hair.
"But Mom, I don't want to end up like that. Feeling pains and guilt for the rest of my life. And please try to understand. I can't let a silly act ruin my life."
I was ruined already. So I wasn't going to keep the memory of a shameful act.
"Do you think I also never dreamt big. And you heard the doctor, I can't risk lossing you. And In life, we don't always get to call the shots. I hope you would learn to understand."
I looked away and staired out the window. I really can't seem to figure her out sometimes.
"You haven't had anything to eat all morning. So I brought you this."
I looked at her as she turned to open the plate, handed it over to me with a fork. It was spaghetti sauce with some olives at the toppings.
My stomach twitched at the sight of it.
Holding the fork, I digged in. It felt odd as the aroma hit my nostrils, which was unusual cause it wasn't my first time eating it.
Stuffing into my mouth, I forced myself to chew down.
"You know, when you were little, you did alot kind of funny things. You were a little genius. You've always been." As my Mom continued to talk, I was down on my third spoon when it couldn't go anymore. Everything from my stomach came rushing back to my throat and I jerked towards the bathroom, puking it all into the toilet.
I felt my mom's hand patting my back in the process and once done, I washed up.
"I thought you loved that?" She raised a brown.
"I guess not anymore." I signed.
LUNCH BREAK
It was lunch break at school while I spent almost half my day in the toilet, throwing up what's left of a food in my body.
I have been so distained. No friends or whatsoever. And surprisingly, I haven't been seeing Amelia at school. Would have tried giving her a call but my phone was already jupertised.
My bud hit me again and I threw up over the sink.
"What's wrong with you?"
I gasped at the voice only to look behind and see it was Ruby. I wipped my mouth.
"Why do you care?"
Even though am worried about her, am not sure if I should trust her anymore.
"I know you are mad at me. But can we at least seat to talk?" She suggested
**Chapter 66**Alyssa stood in Rylan's penthouse, staring at the city below. The same view she'd seen that night. The night everything changed.Victor was in custody. Samantha was safe, staying with Amelia under protective watch. The evidence had been handed over—her mother's coerced suicide note, the confession recording, everything.She should have felt relief.Instead, she felt hollow."You should eat something," Rylan said from behind her. He'd been hovering for days, protective and intense, like he was afraid she'd disappear if he looked away."I'm fine.""You're not."She wasn't. But not for the reasons he thought.That night—three nights ago, before the confrontation with Victor—had been a mistake. A beautiful, desperate, burning mistake. She'd been terrified, and he'd been there, and when his hands found her in the dark, she'd let herself forget.Forget that this couldn't happen.
**chapter 65**"Absolutely not."Rylan's voice was flat, final. He closed the laptop and turned to face her fully."It's the only way," Alyssa insisted. "He wants me. He's always wanted me—to control, to punish, to break. If I go to him, offer to come back, to 'make things right'—""He'll kill you.""Not immediately." She was thinking fast now, the plan crystallizing. "He's too smart for that. He'll want to savor it. Make me suffer first. And that gives us time.""Time for what? For him to lock you in a room and throw away the key?" Rylan's jaw was tight. "You saw what he did to Samantha, and she's six years old. What do you think he'll do to you?""I think he'll gloat." Alyssa's voice was steady. "I think he'll drag me into that study, pour himself a drink, and tell me exactly how he's going to destroy me. Because that's who he is. He needs me to know I lost."Rylan stared at her. "And while he's monologuing li
**Chapter 64*"They made it to the car, Samantha clinging to her neck, sobbing. Rylan drove like a demon, blood seeping through his shirt from a graze on his shoulder."You're hurt—""I'm fine." His jaw was tight. "Are you?"Alyssa looked down at Samantha, checking her for injuries. Nothing. Just fear."We're okay," she whispered, kissing her daughter's hair. "We're okay, baby."But Rylan's expression in the rearview mirror said otherwise."He'll come after you again," he said quietly. "You know that.""I know.""And next time, I might not be there."Alyssa met his eyes in the mirror. "Then don't leave."Silence. Heavy. Charged."You don't know what you're asking," Rylan said."Yes, I do." Her voice was steady. "I'm asking you to help me end this. For good."Rylan's hands tightened on the wheel. Then, slowly, he nodded."Alright. But we do this my wa
**Chapter 63**The text came at 9:47 PM.Samantha's gone.Alyssa's phone slipped from her hand, clattering against the marble bar. Around her, the charity gala continued—champagne, laughter, designer gowns—but the noise turned to static."What's wrong?"She looked up. Rylan Cortez stood beside her, dark eyes sharp, already reading her panic. They'd met an hour ago. Spoken twice. He was a donor, wealthy, controlled—the kind of man she'd learned to avoid."My daughter." Her voice cracked. "She's missing."His expression changed instantly. "Where was she?""With a friend. I just—" She fumbled for her phone, redialing Amelia. No answer. "She's six. She was supposed to be safe—"Rylan's hand closed around her wrist, firm but not rough. "Come with me. Now."She should've questioned it. Should've called the police. But something in his voice—command, certainty, danger—made her follow.They we
CHAPTER 62The rain tapped lightly against the hotel window, casting silver streaks across the glass. The suite was larger than Alyssa expected, but the moment her eyes landed on the single king-sized bed, her heart skipped a beat.“You must be joking,” she muttered, dropping her purse on the nearby chair.Rylan walked in behind her, casually removing his blazer. “What?”“There’s only one bed.” she said, spinning toward him with a raised brow.He shrugged. “It’s a five-star hotel, not a dorm. You didn’t expect bunk beds, did you?”“I expected separate rooms.” she hissed.“They overbooked,” he said coolly. “The assistant tried to fix it, but everything’s full for the conference. It’s one night, Alyssa. I don’t bite.”She glared at him, folding her arms. “I’ll take the couch.”“It folds out, but it’s hell on the back. Suit yourself.”He began unbuttoning his cuffs, his movements slow, deliberate.
CHAPTER 61 The sun was beginning to dip low in the sky, casting long golden shadows across the park. Samantha’s laughter rang out, pure and carefree, as she ran after a bright orange butterfly. Her little feet pattered over the soft grass, the pink fabric of her dress fluttering behind her like wings. Her curls bounced with each step, and her wide grey eyes sparkled with delight.Amelia sat on a weathered wooden bench under the old oak tree, her phone in hand but her attention only half on the screen. She glanced up every so often to watch Samantha play, feeling a gentle smile lift her lips. The fresh air was crisp with the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass, and children’s laughter mixed with the distant hum of conversation.Suddenly, Amelia’s smile faltered. She looked up properly—Samantha was nowhere in sight.Her heart stopped for a second, a cold knot twisting in her stomach.“Samantha?” Her voice trembled as she called







