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The man who raised me
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2025-08-01 15:51:05
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ELIZABETH POV I walked into my dad’s house, my head high, ready to play this game. He’d called me to talk about the trial, and I’d agreed to come, keeping my secrets tight—Dad had no clue I’d moved back in with. And that’s why I didn’t pick Hope up from my grandmother’s place, he might notice. He’s not finding out shit. The place was a wreck, worse every time I saw it. Peeling paint hung like dead skin, the floor groaned under my boots, and the air smelled like mold and bad choices. Christian really fucked him up. I bit back a smirk, knowing Dad couldn’t afford to fix this dump, let alone get a new one. “Elizabeth, good to see you,” my father said, stepping into view, his voice dripping with fake warmth. He plopped onto the sagging couch, his eyes scanning me like he was looking for a crack to pry open. Good to see me? My ass. I flashed a tight, fake smile, my stomach steady, my guard ironclad. “Hey, Dad,” I said, dropping into a creaky chair, my hands loose on my lap,
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ELIZABETH POV “You’re pregnant,” he said, his voice flat, like he couldn’t believe it. “You’re pregnant,” he repeated, slower, his eyes locked on mine. “Yeah, that’s what I said,” I mumbled, my fingers twisting in my lap. God, he’s making me so nervous. My heart raced, his stare burning through me. Suddenly, his hands reached out, strong and quick. One second I was in the passenger seat, the next I was on his lap, straddling him, my legs pressed against his thighs. The car felt too small, his body too close, his heat making my skin tingle. “You’re pregnant, and you fucking left!” he said, his brows furrowed, his voice rough with anger and something softer—worry. “What were you thinking, Red?” “I found out today,” I said, playing with my hands, avoiding his intense eyes. “And I wouldn’t have left if you’d just opened up to me.” My voice shook, my chest tight with all the hurt and love tangled up inside. He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath heavy, inhaling h
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ELIZABETH POV Christian’s words hit like a bomb. I sat in his car, my hands shaking, my chest so tight I could barely breathe. His eyes were dark, heavy, watching me as I tried to process what he’d just said about his mom, my dad, the abuse. Then he kept going, his voice low, rough. “My father. Your father, Harper. Peter. Adrian’s father. And Morgan, who’s dead now.” My head spun, my breath stuck in my throat. All those men? The names piled up, each one heavier than the last. my father being part of this sick mess. Peter. Adrian’s dad. Morgan. It was too much, like trying to swallow broken glass. I gripped my knees, my nails digging in, my mind racing to keep up. What is this? “Did you kill Morgan?” I blurted, my voice shaky. “Like… Adrian’s father?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, my heart pounding. Christian scoffed, his lips twisting, his hands tight on the steering wheel. “I didn’t kill Morgan,” he said, his voice sharp, bitter. “My dad did. Morgan t
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BELLA POV I sat on the couch, my hands shaky, trying to wrap my head around everything. Tessa stood by the door, still rattled from Christian being outside. I forced a grin, needing to lighten the mood. “So, Tess, you and Alex? You didn’t tell me. Come on, what happened? Give me the tea.” Tessa’s face went pink, her eyes darting away. She fidgeted, picking at her sleeve like she’d been caught. “Ugh, Liz, it’s not a thing,” she mumbled, her voice low, embarrassed. “Not a thing?” I said, leaning forward, smirking. “Christian spilled it, and you’re acting all shy? Since when do you hide stuff from me? Talk, now.” She groaned, dropping onto the couch, her hands covering her face. “Okay, fine,” she said, her voice muffled. “It was at Euphoria. I was super drunk, like, messy drunk. Ran into Alex, and I just… told him I like him. One thing led to another, and we hooked up in a VIP lounge.” Her face was red now, her eyes stuck on the floor. “I’m so embarrassed, Liz. I’ve been av
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ELIZABETH POV I slumped on Tessa’s couch, my hands trembling, staring at the pregnancy test on the coffee table. Two pink lines screamed positive. My heart stopped, my chest so tight I could barely breathe. I’d left Christian, walked out on him, and now I was carrying his baby. Again. My mind went blank, like someone had flipped a switch. I walked away, and now this? Tessa sat across from me, her eyes locked on the test, her mouth half-open. We both stared, the air heavy, like the room was holding its breath. “Should I just… remove it?” I asked, my voice flat, barely above a whisper. The words felt wrong, like spitting out glass, but panic pushed them out. Tessa’s head jerked up, her eyes wide. “What?! No, Elizabeth, don’t do that.” She leaned forward, her hands gripping the table’s edge, her voice sharp. “If you don’t wanna go back to Christian, that’s fine, but removing the baby? Have you thought about the risks?” I looked down, my throat burning. “I went through hell with
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ELIZABETH POV I sank into Tessa’s couch, my stomach doing flips like it had for days. I’d bolted from Christian’s house—our house—hours ago, my second runaway act this year. Hope was safe with my grandma, and I wasn’t about to drag my little girl through this mess while I figured out if my husband was a killer. My father had called earlier, I don’t know what he wants but he’s been acting extra nice, his call before I left the house still rang in my ears: “Christian’s finished, Elizabeth. His brother Luca said he’s a drug addict, plotting to murder Paul. There’s a recording—he said Paul’s going to jail and he’ll die by his hands.” My chest tightened, nausea crawling up my throat. Is Christian really that far gone? Tessa walked in, tossing me a soda, her hair a mess. “Second time you’ve bailed on your husband’s house this year, huh?” She grinned, sitting next to me. “One more and you’re in the Guinness Book for fastest wife escape.” I smirked, holding the soda but not drinki
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