บททั้งหมดของ TOO YOUNG TO BE HIS: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

RAVENAI spent practically the entire night tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep or even relax. I was terrified of what that man would do to us because of the trick we were playing on him. I could see in his icy eyes that he was capable of anything, perhaps even killing. When his paternity was confirmed, which would happen in a few hours, my mother and I would be in the arms of fate, running a serious risk of losing our lives. How could she not see that? How could she be capable of causing trouble to such a dangerous man? It was written in her expression that he had no soul or heart. His attitude toward the residents of the farm where he was building his oil pipeline also said that.If only I hadn't been such a coward and had had the courage to take the baby away when Marina finally managed to get the abortion medication, I would have been free of this situation, but I was stupid enough to hold on to this life growing inside me. Even though it was still the size of a bean, I al

RAVENAAdrian was indifferent to me the entire way, speaking only when he answered the phone or gave an order to the driver. After driving through several streets and a small traffic jam, the car finally entered the parking lot of a building that housed the medical clinic and we went up. On the floor where we left the elevator, the receptionist almost drooled over Adrian and rolled out a red carpet for him to walk through, such was her flattery and undisguised interest.There I discovered that the appointment had already been scheduled and I was relieved to learn that the gynecologist who would be seeing me was a woman.We were taken directly to the doctor's office, a large and exquisitely decorated room, where she was sitting behind a desk, in front of which we sat.She was a woman in her early fifties, with intelligent eyes behind her glasses and a classic elegance. Something about her manner gave me a certain sense of security, and I felt a little less frightened by Adrian's proxim

She pushed against my chest with clenched fists and I didn't hesitate to put her down on the ground, waiting for her to balance on her legs before letting go completely.— Nothing. Just carrying you to the car. We're already in Santa Clara.She glared at me with angry eyes and opened her mouth to say something, but seemed to give up, preferring to look away at the floor and remain silent, once again acting like a shy and innocent girl, as if someone like that were capable of pulling off a belly flop on a man.We got into the car driven by the driver and I dropped her off in front of the precarious shack where she lived, on the outskirts, before heading straight to the company headquarters, where thousands of tasks awaited me.***It was late at night when I finally managed to leave work and go home. As I walked through the oversized living room, I dropped my briefcase of documents on a sofa, loosened my tie, took off my jacket, and went straight to the bar to pour myself a shot of whi

RAVENAHuddled in the back seat of the police car on the way home, with my mother and Sandra sitting next to me and the tyrant in his luxury car right behind us, I was shaking from head to toe, overcome by the most intense fear. I couldn't believe that this was really happening, that I would be forced to live under the same roof as that demon, that my son would be taken from me as soon as he was born, to be raised by that man, evil personified.From the beginning, I knew that plan would go wrong, I just didn't imagine that it would fall on me, that I would be the one to pay for those two's damn mistakes.Holy shit! I was really screwed! My life would be ruined, my future destroyed, while they would go home unharmed from all the evil they had plotted. It was really bad luck on my part.Trying to argue would be useless, they both had complete control over me and they knew it. They would never allow me to tell Adrian the truth about how I got pregnant. If I tried, they would destroy me.

RAVENA— Then call him and tell him you need to authorize it — I asked.— I can't do that either. But you can call. If he authorizes it, you can leave.With my blood boiling with rage, I took my cell phone out of my bag, but soon realized that I didn't have the bastard's number. I asked the security guard, but he refused to give it to me. However, the other man who was further ahead seemed more human and told me the numbers.“Thank you,” I said, and made the call, tense and startled. “What’s this about you not letting me out?” I shouted as soon as Adrian answered the phone, his deep voice echoing on the other end of the line. “Keeping me locked up here wasn’t part of our agreement. I want to leave. Tell your security guard to get away from me right now, or I’m calling the police!”—And where exactly do you want to go? — he asked, surprisingly calm.— Not that it's any of your business, but I have to work. It's almost my shift and I still have to bike to the diner.— You don't have to