Alle Kapitel von Bound By His Child : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Jane's POV.I was about stepping out of the house when Adrian halted me in the living room, a small tray in his hand that contained a glass of water, and a white envelope. "Where are you going?" He asked."Out," I responded flatly."Where?" He pressed. "None of your business," I replied. "It's everything my business," he began. "Because you're carrying my child," I chorused with him."I get that I'm carrying your child, but that doesn't make me your property," I said."You belong to me," he countered. "You don't own what you willingly put away," I shot. That was enough to shut him up. He was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke again, "sit.""No," I negated. "The doctor said you need to take this," he said, referring to the content in the tray. "I don't trust you," I replied. He scoffed. "You don't want this baby more than I do, so cut the crap." Reluctantly, I took a seat on the couch, and he sat beside me, setting the tray on the side stool of the couch. He began takin

Jane's POV. I woke up the next morning feeling like crap. My joints were numb, my flesh and muscles feeling swollen. I felt like someone had placed a rock on me. I remained still on the bed, but then a very bad nausea was building up in my throat. Despite the heaviness I felt, I managed to push myself out of the bed, dashing quickly to the bathroom before I poured it all out on the bed. Returning to the bedroom after almost throwing up my lungs, I met Adrian at the door with that familiar look of trouble in his eyes. Ignoring him, I walked slowly to the bed, and laid on it. He walked over and sat beside me on the bed, furrowing his brows as he tried to give me a closer look. "Something isn't right with you," he finally spoke. Yeah, and thank God his brain was at least able to process that. He placed his palm on my forehead, and placed his other palm on his doing God knows what. I watched how his brows shifted, trying to process whatever it was he was trying to understand. Then

Jane's POV. I've had enough of him already. It's time to go public about what's really going on between us, and that's gonna begin with his mother first. I didn't look at him, I didn't bother, and I didn't want to. I'm going solo. Mom turned to me, her eyes holding a lot of concern. "Tell me, dear, I'm listening." I drew in a sharp breath. As I opened my mouth to speak, the ringing sound of a phone interrupted me. Mom reached into her bag, and pulled out her phone. "Oh," she whispered. Looking at me, she pressed me a smile. "I'll be back, dear, I really need to take this." I nodded, and she made her way out of the room. The moment the door clicked shut, Adrian drew closer to me. "Are you insane?!" He whisper-yelled. "What the heck were you about to do?" "What I should have done a long time ago," I responded calmly. He shut his eyes for a few seconds, silence reigning between us before he finally spoke again. "You're free to go out." "What?" I raised a brow

Jane's POV.I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I heaved a sigh. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. My dress was a stunning black couture gillies, fitted bodice and a flowing skirt that falls like liquid silk. The material's a luxurious mix of silk and lace, adorned with intricate beading that shimmers like diamonds as I move. The off-the-shoulder neckline adds a touch of sultry elegance, framing my dewy skin and sparkling brown eyes. My dark hair's a sleek, cascaded downy back, my makeup's flawless with a bold red lip. A pair of rare black diamond earrings hung delicately on my ears, a simple silver necklace sitting on my neck, and my slender wrist adorned with a bespoke Cartier watch. On my feet was a pair of black shinny shoes with medium heels. This...I didn't want to do this, but I didn't have a choice. "Oh, my God," I heard Mom's gasp, and I turned to face her. She was standing at the door to Adrian's bedroom, her hand to her mouth in surprise, her eyes te

Jane's POV.His words at Ethan provoked me, he was really mannerless. I tried to tell him he was wrong, trying to tell him that influence or power doesn't solve anything, and all he did was silence me? That too, in the most annoying way ever? Again he was trying to use the situation to his own gain which hurt me more than I had expected it to, and provoked me more than I thought it would. The crowd was cheering for us, happy for the sight he sold to them, wrapped in deceit. He finally pulled away, looking into my eyes like he was searching for something. But whatever he was looking for, I was sure it wasn't what I was about to give to him.My hand moved before I could fully think, flying across his cheek, sending his face to the opposite direction. An echo of gasps rippled through the crowd, everything going to a still as everyone tried to comprehend what had just happened, everyone including me. He finally turned, facing me with his hand still on his cheek that I had struck. His