บททั้งหมดของ WRONGFULLY HIS: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

ATHENA'S POV I don’t sleep that night.How could I?Every time I close my eyes, I see Veronica’s smug, teary- eyed face that was splashed across the news screen.“I’m also pregnant with Xander Knight’s child.”Those words repeat themselves in my head like a curse.The memory of I and Xander kissing with his hands all over me and his mouth claiming mine now makes me feel so... violated. How could I open up for a man who’s been keeping secrets, acting out on his own without telling me about things first?How could I kiss him when he's been feeding me half truths while his ex-fiancée plays the victim on national television?What hurts me more is the fact that I actually enjoyed his kiss.What would have happened if the TV hadn't played the news the time it did.By morning, I’ve barely touched the tea the housekeeper brought and I instead find myself heading over to Xander's office.The door to his office is a bit open and I hear Xander’s voice rumble low and harshly while he speaks int

Xander was right about that one thing---- whoever hired those men could send them after me and the baby again.That thought has carved a permanent scar in my brain, and while I don’t trust Xander, I trust the bad feeling creeping around me even less.But if he thinks I’m walking down an aisle without a damn lifeline he’s about to meet a different kind of woman.I march into his home office, which somehow still smells like him— cologne and absolute arrogance.He looks up from his laptop, raising his eyebrows. “You’re awake early.”“I didn’t sleep,” I say flatly. “I was too busy thinking about that contract you want to sign with my uterus.”At that, Xander shuts the laptop slowly, like he already knows what’s coming. “Go on.”“If I marry you,” I begin, “it’s going to be on my terms.”He leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “You’re negotiating a proposal?”“I’m not a woman you own, Xander. I’m the woman carrying your child--- I've already said that before. I won’t

ATHENA'S POV I'm scared, so scared.I followed one of the guards when Xander left earlier---- I just slipped into the garage, climbed into the backseat of the SUV, and held my breath like some absurdly pregnant ninja until he drove off. I wasn’t sure where he was going but I knew it was related to the phone call of last night. Now, the SUV is parked outside God knows where, but it's obvious that it's somewhere very far from the city with how long they drove.I wait for a while before I push the booth open and get out of it.And then I see some men dressed in all -black walk in a straight file into the building quietly. The bodyguard that drove didn’t notice me and thankfully still didn't notice when I slipped out and walked along the side of the building, then pressed my palm to the metal door and pushed it open.The hallway inside smells like rust and... Is that bl... bood?I suddenly feel more than scared now and realise that I shouldn’t be here.... But I have to see it.I hav

I’m not a prisoner.That’s what I keep telling myself, but I know very well that I'm just lying to myself, especially this time that I hear the electronic lock click behind me.“You need to rest,” Xander had said this morning as he kissed my forehead and handed me a schedule like I was some sort of obedient little house wife.Remembering it again now, I scoff.A “calm” day, according to him was yoga at ten, vitamins at eleven, prenatal appointment at two and a nap by four. God, this man's version of care feels very much like a trap with spiky ropes.I stare out the window of my room with my arms folded over my chest---- which by the way is a very uncomfortable pose for a pregnant woman, so I pull my arms down immediately.The city pulsing below me looks just like a world I used to belong to, a world where I listened to patients, and carried out surgeries...Life was good then; it was dull and plain, but good. But now, even my thoughts feel as if they're being monitored, both by who

I wake up before dawn even though I’m not supposed to.... especially not with the sedatives Xander had Camille slip into my nightly tea which were little and just enough to keep me calm. However my body and my heart just have other timing to wake up; blame it on the early morning shift I always took at the hospital.My fingers tremble as I stare at the door to my room but I don’t move... because I can feel the heat from Xander right behind me.He’s in my bed, not touching me and not speaking either but he's near enough to swallow all the air in the room and away from my lungs.I think he doesn’t know I'm awake.“You’re tense,” he murmurs into the quiet atmosphere of the room, his voice sounding rough from sleep.It seems like he spent the night in my bed with me.My breath catches, and his hand skims my hip, spreading warmth through my cotton nightshirt.“I didn’t hear you come in,” I whisper, only remembering seeing him leave but not coming back.“You were already asleep,” he says,