Todos los capítulos de The Devil’s Bride: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

**Megan’s POV**“Nobody’s there, Megan,” Alexander said, his voice low, flirty, his hazel eyes locked on mine, his middle finger still inside me, making my body shake, my loud moan echoing in his office. My heart pounded, my hands trembling on his shoulders, the door’s rattle fading, just my nerves, no one outside. The frosted glass walls hid us, the city view dim, his desk hard against my back, my black dress hiked up, my panties gone, my fear and desire crashing together.“You sure?” I gasped, my voice raw, my body trembling as his finger moved, slow, teasing, making me shiver, my heart racing. “I heard something loud.” My hands gripped his shoulders, my tears close, my fear of being caught spiking, but his flirty smirk made my body weak, my chest tight.“Just us, baby,” he said, his voice flirty, cruel, his lips brushing my ear, his finger sliding deeper, making me gasp, my skin burning. “Lock the door again.” His dominance was heavy, his hand grabbing my hip, pulling me closer,

**Megan’s POV**“Where am I?” I mumbled, my voice weak, my head fuzzy, my eyes blinking open to harsh lights and a stiff bed, my body aching like I’d been hit. The infirmary smelled of antiseptic, cold and sterile, the skyscraper’s hum faint through the walls. My hands trembled, my heart racing, my memory of Alexander carrying me through staring employees, flashing in my head, my fear spiking, my chest tight with dread.“You’re awake, Mrs. Zeus,” a nurse said, her voice soft, her eyes kind but guarded, checking a chart by my bed. “You passed out from stress. You’re okay now.” Her hands moved fast, adjusting a monitor beeping beside me, my heart pounding, my confusion growing, my fear of what happened choking me, my mind spinning with questions.“What about my baby?” I asked, my voice shaky, my hands clutching my stomach, my small bump tight under the thin gown. “Is it okay? Did I hurt it?” My heart raced, my fear of failing Alexander, of having a girl, burning, the gossip about his

**Alexander’s POV**“Why can’t I sleep?” I muttered, my voice low, my feet pacing the study room, the mansion dark around me, the clock ticking past midnight. My heart raced, my hands clenching, my mind stuck on Megan, on her begging me to wait when I tried to touch her. Her boundaries gnawed at me, my chest tight, my need to control her battling something new, something soft, making me restless.“Sir, you need rest,” Lila said, her voice soft, her figure in the hallway as I stepped toward the study, her apron clutched in her hands. My heart jumped, my eyes narrowing, my dominance flaring, my frustration spiking, her presence an interruption I didn’t want.“I’m fine,” I said, my voice rough, my hands shaking, moving past her toward the study door. “Go back to bed, Lila.” My jaw clenched, my restlessness growing, my mind spinning with Megan, with Victor’s threats, with that softness I couldn’t shake.“It’s late, sir,” she said, her voice shaky, her eyes nervous, following me a step, m

Alexander’s POV“Easy today, Megan,” I said, my voice low, flirty but soft, stepping out of the limousine with her, the morning sun glinting off the skyscraper’s glass. She adjusted her skirt, her eyes wary, her fingers brushing the diamond choker I gave her, its weight a reminder of my control, but I kept my tone gentle, like this morning’s breakfast, trying to ease her after her breakdown last night. “No overworking, okay? You need to rest.”She stopped, her eyes narrowing, her lips tight. “Rest?” she said, her voice sharp, clutching her bag, her posture defensive. “Since when do you care about my workload, Alexander?” Her tone was skeptical, her eyes searching mine, and I saw the confusion from breakfast lingering, her wondering if I meant it or if this was another game.“I care,” I said, my voice steady, holding the lobby door open, my hand brushing her arm, not grabbing, keeping it light. “You’re my wife, and you’re pregnant...remember, Stress isn’t good for you.” I stepped c

Alexander’s POV“She’s gone, man,” I said, my voice low, phone pressed to my ear, leaning back in the cafeteria chair, the clatter of trays fading as Megan’s figure slipped through the door. The air smelled of burnt coffee and greasy fries, the tables half-empty, employees’ chatter quiet, giving me a chance to call Jake, my best friend since college, the only guy I could trust with this disaster. “I need to talk, Jake.”“Gone where? Your wife bailed on you already?”Jake’s voice came through, loud and teasing, his laugh sharp, making me roll my eyes, my fingers tapping the table, the weight of the gender test envelope in my office drawer pressing on me, the word Female burned into my brain.“Not like that,” I said, my voice sharp, glancing around, checking no one was eavesdropping, my eyes scanning the cafeteria for Megan’s return.“It’s the baby. It’s a girl.” My words came out flat, the truth heavy, my mind flashing to the glass I smashed in my office, my anger at the result, my c