All Chapters of Mafia Boss's stolen sperm: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The violation was so intimate, so profound, it stole the air from the room. She hadn't hired a thief to break into a lab. She had taken it from his unconscious body, under the guise of care. The betrayal was medical. Spiritual."You are a sickness," he said, the words barely audible."I am what your world made me!" she fired back, whirling to face him. "A world where power is the only currency, and women are accessories! I was just playing by the rules. I was securing my future. Our future.""There is no 'our,"" he stated, absolute finality in his tone. "There never was. You were window dressing. A pleasant distraction. You mistook access for intimacy."The cruel truth of it hit her like a slap. Her composure shattered completely. Tears of rage filled her eyes. "And what is she, then? This... this vessel who got my sample? Is she more than a distraction?"She. The recipient. The innocent party in Sophia's warped game."Her name?" Liam demanded, his patience gone, the full force of his

It happened in less than ten seconds. One moment Alexandra was being assaulted. The next she was standing alone on the sidewalk, her arm freed, staring at the mouth of the alley where David had vanished. She was breathing hard, her eyes wide with shock.Liam stepped out of the car.He crossed the sidewalk toward her. He saw her notice him, her body instinctively recoiling, her arms crossing protectively over her stomach. Her hazel eyes, wide with residual fear, locked onto him.He stopped a few feet away. He was a stranger, a tall man in an obviously expensive coat, emerging from a tinted- window car right after a violent intervention. Her fear was logical. He could smell it on her-a sharp, metallic scent.From the alley, they could hear a dull thud, a choked-off yelp, then the sound of retching.Alexandra flinched at each sound. Her Gaze flickered from Liam to the alley and back."You should be more careful, Ms. Reed," Liam said. His voice was calm, quiet. It was not a friendly voice

She saw David's face, telling her she was cold and distant. Chloe's smirk, calling her pathetic. Her mother's dismissal, a wave of a hand erasing her pain. They had all tried to define her, to use her, to diminish her choices to fit their narratives. Now this man, this king in a glass tower, was doing the same. He was trying to buy her body's obedience, to monetize her womb's potential. He was trying to erase her future because it was a messy, inconvenient variable in his clean, violent equation.She walked forward until she stood directly across the counter from him. She placed her palms flat on the cold marble, leaning forward, invading the space of his impersonal presentation. She forced him to look her in the eyes, those icy, unfeeling eyes."Let me make this very clear to you, Mr. Thorne.” Her voice shook, but not with fear. With a fury so deep, it felt like her bones were vibrating. "That 'cluster of cells' is mine. I chose it. I went through hell to create the possibility of i

On the second evening, the shutters created a false dusk inside. Alexandra wandered to the living room. One shutter over a smaller the window was partly raised. A narrow strip of orange twilight cut across the dark floor. She stood in it. The A warm light was on her face. Her hand rested on her flat stomach. It was a moment of quiet. A connection to the outside world. A link to ordinary life that felt a million miles away.She thought of the baby, the maybe-baby. Was it still there? Had the shock and terror scared it away? She felt a pang of grief. It was so sharp it stole her breath. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.Liam entered the room from his office. He saw her standing in the sliver of light. He stopped. “Step away from the window."His voice was quiet but it allowed no argument. The care from the previous days was gone. It was sanded down to raw command."It's just light," she said. She did not move. A flicker of her old defiance sparked. She I was so tired of being order

I followed her to the hidden door in the wall. The hallway beyond was softly lit, wider than I expected. It curved, following the shape of the cliff. We passed a closed door. “Operations,” Kaela said. I could hear the faint hum of electronics from behind it.Further down, she opened another door.The room was small, but not cramped. There was a bed, a chair, a small desk built into the wall. Another narrow window slit showed a slice of dark sky and sea. There was a door to a small, private bathroom. It was all clean, neutral, empty. It felt like a very nice cell."Your things will be provided," Kaela said. "Clothes, toiletries. They will be simple. Dinner will be in one hour. Do not leave this room until I come for you.""Or what?" The question slipped out, tired and bitter.Kaela looked at me. Her dark eyes were impossible to read. "Or you might trigger a security protocol. Or you might walk in on a strategy session. Or you might see something that will frighten you more. It is for y