All Chapters of Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The air in the hospital hall seemed to freeze. I couldn't solve the look of the man who stepped out of the shadow. President Ashford. He moved slowly, with the self-evident rest of a person who never Fear had to be stopped. The dark suit sat perfectly, no only gray hair was wrong. Two men in black coats appeared behind to him, like shadows. My body reacted faster than my mind. I took a step back. Right against Noah Carter. He didn't start me. He said nothing. But I felt how his whole body tightened. Like steel. His voice was barely audible. “Don’t move.” I almost asked him why. But then I saw his gaze wasn't at Ashford. On the men behind him. He knew her. And he was afraid. That was new. That was wrong. Helena Ward kicked me instinctively. A little move. But she was clear. She stood between Ashford and me. Ashford smiled. Not a warm smile. More like a man watching an expected move. “Helena. After all the years still dramatic.” Her voice was sharp. “You d

The door flew through the hallway and crashed against the opposite wall. Scream. Securitymen were wiping back, some ran, others dragged weapons, but no one was fast enough. Three men in black coats came through the destroyed opening. No movement. Precise. Like they tried every step. The silver symbol on her sleeves shined in hospital light. The circle with the three lines. Carrow Order. My heart was so loud that I hardly heard anything. But one thing I perceived. Noah. He moved before me without hesitating for a second. Not even when the first shot fell. The bang was adorable. Something exploded on the wall behind us. Dust sprinkled on my shoulders. Noah shot back. Once. Short. Controlled. One of the men blew to the side. Not dead. But hit. I stared at him. The man I thought was a cold billionaire a few hours ago. And now with a gun standing in front of me like he never had anything else done. My voice was barely audible. “Who are you really?” He didn't

Time stopped. The man in the door didn't lower the gun. He had to be about thirty. Dark hair, sharp cut face, a black coat like the other men of the Order. But it was his eyes that took my breath. Amber colors. Just like mine. Just like the man who claimed to be my father. He smiled like he's known me for years. “Hello, sister.” I got dizzy. ‘No...’ Noah shot. Knall tore the little room. But the man was faster. He flocked to the side as if he had expected it, and the bullet hit into the Metal shelf behind it. Glass bottles. Liquid sprayed on the wall. The stranger himself pulled a weapon — silver, narrow, almost elegant. Noah immediately stood before me. Breit. Unwavering. “Back me.” His voice was deep and hard. I couldn't move. My look was directed to the man in the door. He laughed quietly. “You really protect them. Victor programmed you better than we thought.” Noah's finger was cutting off. “Just one step and I will kill you.” The man lifted both hands e

I stared at his extended hand. Noah Carter stood before the dark passage, the flickering hospital light behind him, blood on his sleeve, the gun in the other hand. And yet it wasn't the gun that scared me. It was his look. He was waiting. He didn't push. He didn't command. He left me the choice. And that's what made everything even harder. Behind the door a bit crashed against the metal. Men scream. One more shot. Then my mother's voice again. Or the woman I had kept for my life. “Noah! Now!” I ran tears over my face. I didn't know what was real anymore. But one thing I knew: If I stopped here, they'd get me. Maybe kill. Maybe something worse. My look fell on his hand. Warm. Easy. The same hand that lied to me. The same hand that protected me. My heart hurt. Then I put my fingers in his. He immediately closed her tightly around mine. And this time no light exploded. No heat. Just a short trembling running through my arm. Noah just looked at our hands.

Nobody spoke. The words hung in the huge hall like an echo that didn't want to die. I'm your daughter. My whole body was deaf. I stared at the woman who wore my face, my eyes, my movements — and suddenly I no longer only saw similarity. I saw details. The little scar over the left Braue. That I had as a kid after I fell off the bike. The light trembling of the right hand when I was afraid. She wasn't just like me. She was from me. ‘No...’ My voice sounded far away. Weak. I shook my head over and over again. “This is not possible.” The woman didn't come closer. She stopped, maybe three meters away. Her eyes shined. “Not for you. Not yet.” Noah Carter stood up slowly and helped me, but he immediately let me go as he wouldn't be sure if he could. His look remained on the woman. Sharp. Distrustful. “Whoever you are — stop playing with her.” The woman looked at him. And in her eyes there was something that took my breath. Pain. Deep, personal pain. “I never p