Semua Bab Pregnant With The Billionaire's Twins : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Zelda’s povI entered Dacre’s room as I saw him lying on the bed. Pale and bruised.The doctors and maids had tried their best in cleaning him up and making him look better but it was no use. He was down.“Your son needs to rest. He shouldn’t be moving for days,” the doctor said with his thin lips pressed tight, as if that would calm me down.Rest? Days? My boy, my strong boy who was never meant to be weakened, lying there because of her. Katherine. That girl. That curse.I could feel my rage boiling as I started to laugh.That bitch was trouble. I had said it from day one but he was too stubborn to listen to me. Always dragging Dacre into messes he had no business being in.My insides burned with pain as I saw my son just lying helpless there.I caught something in the corner of my eyes as I looked and saw Renee by the door with a pale face and trembling lips.She stepped in slowly like her feet were heavy blocks of stone.Her eyes landed on Dacre, and when she noticed the bloody sh

Katherine’s povI sat in my room that day wondering how I was going to go about my day as I started to feel bad for everything that was happening. How was I being beaten around like this? This was wrong.A knock on my door had me looking up as it opened with Grace coming in.“Madam Zelda wants to see you,” she said as I sighed.“Why? What does she want now?”She shrugged. “I have no idea. But whatever it is, it looks serious.”Now my heart was thumping. I nodded and got up as I grabbed my phone and walked out of my room.On my way to the study I could see so many people looking at me like I had killed someone but I tried to ignore them. They were not my problem.The moment I got into the study I could see her pacing around.“You ungrateful bitch!” She snapped as she pointed to me. “After everything—everything—you repay us with this?”I blinked my eyes, still trying to grasp the present. “What… what are you talking about?”“Don’t play dumb with me,” she hissed, slamming the paper down

Zelda’s povI blinked, mouth parting a little bit, because it was his voice in the words — not literally, but the phrasing, the bluntness of them. That was Dacre. That was how he would have actually put it if he really wanted to end something.A weird shudder went through me. Half of me wanted to put it in a frame and make Katherine read it till her tears had soaked through the paper.“This is . . .” I stopped and started again, trying to sound cool. “Yes. It’s right.”Maya didn’t say anything. She only shifted her weight and reached into her bag.“There’s also the recording,” she said, pulling out her laptop and sliding it across the desk. She opened the lid, pressed a key, and after a moment, Dacre’s voice filled the room.Not his real voice — but God, it sounded like it.“You think you matter to me? You don’t. You were useful, that’s all. Now I’m through with you. Take what I’ve given you and get lost. And stay the hell away from me.”I hated hearing it. The sound of my own son’s v

Katherine’s povThat morning after having my bath, I was summoned to Zelda’s office as I sat in my seat and stared at the paper she had given to me.Sha was seating opposite me with a devilish smile.Her lawyer sat next to her, fumbling with his glasses out of either boredom or disdain. This was business for them. To me it felt more like a funeral for something that had hardly been alive.“Just sign, Katherine,” Zelda purred—seductive as usual—but I barely heard her over my own heartbeat pounding furiously behind my eyes. “It’s only logical. Take the money; get out while you still can and find yourself an existence actually worthy of your potential.” I swallowed hard. My throat hurt. “What about Dacre?” I said, and my voice faded on the last word that I hated myself for it. “I should see him, hear it from him… once… Let me hear him say this.”She laughed. “He is the one who even okayed this. He doesn’t want to see you. He doesn’t want you. You heard the voice notes. The recordings. H

Katherine’s povThe silence by the car was hard and cutting. Especially with both our faces on the door window; one, as hollow and spent as she felt inside right now, and the other, as fierce as it was broken."You should stay and fight" she whispered finally, her voice trembling, "at least fight". I shook my head, a bitter smile curving on my lips " Fight?" I repeated hollowly, "Fight. Against what? They have already won Grace Zelda and Renee they've won! And me? I’ve lost so what’s the fucking point. You keep making me sound like a broken record but it’s over.”She was shocked as I opened the door and entered before pushing a button as the window went down.“You can stay here or come with me. There’s enough money for us both.”She stayed by the door for a while before stepping away.“I’ll stay,” she said as I sighed.“That was a stupid choice,” I said, “but good luck.”She just stood there, staring at me with a look that said everything words couldn’t.And God, it killed me.I roar