All Chapters of Sold to a cruel man : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The file lay in the center of the table.Firm.Heavy.Too clean.Lena stood frozen in the doorway. Ilyes sat cross-legged, his elbows resting on the armrests of his chair.The personal physician, who had come specifically for the handover, opened the document, turned the page, and in a calm voice declared:"The test confirms that Mr. Ilyes is indeed the biological father of the child Miss Lena is carrying. The concordance rate is 99.99%. There is no ambiguity."A heavy silence followed. Not a word was exchanged.The doctor gently closed the file and pushed it toward Ilyes."I'll leave you the full report. You can contact me if needed."Ilyes barely nodded. The doctor politely greeted Lena and left.She hadn't moved.Her heart pounded in her ears.Not because she doubted it—she'd known from the start.But because now there was no escape.No more "what if it's not true," no more "you're making it up," no more doubt he could cling to.This was his child.But Ilyès remained there, silent.

Lena shook her head gently."No…" she murmured. "Not yet."Ilyes intervened."It's not important. She's carrying my child, and I want that respected.""Ah… of course," said the mother curtly. "So, decisions made in silence, without consulting us, are respected. And Silvia? Does she know you're having children hastily with your maids?"Ilyes frowned."This isn't a discussion I want to have."The mother folded her arms."And what exactly do you want us to do? Celebrate it? Treat her like your wife? Or like a mere incubator that will have to be discarded after the birth?"Lena felt a stifling heat engulf her. She wanted to disappear.“That’s not up for discussion,” Ilyès interrupted coldly. “I wanted you to know her. To know who she is.”The mother approached Léna, so close she could smell her overpowering perfume.“Tell me, my daughter… Did you really come here knowing you’d get nothing in the end? No rights? No recognition? Do you intend to give this child up and disappear back into th

She gritted her teeth, her hands clutching the sheet, her face contorted with pain."The baby…" she whispered. "I'm scared…"Ilyes froze.His gaze, hard as stone, wavered."You mustn't lose it… No, not this… not now…"He pulled out his phone with a trembling hand and called their personal doctor immediately, his voice tense and authoritative."Come right away. Lena is bleeding. It might be a miscarriage. If you don't come now, you'll lose your job, understand?"Then, turning to Dalia:"Get some clean towels. And fresh water. Now."Lena, meanwhile, could barely hear. The world was blurring. She could hear the voices, the orders, the hurried footsteps, but everything echoed as if through a wall of cotton.Her thoughts became muddled.She heard Ilyes scream.She felt the weight of the emptiness, immense.She wept silently.Not for herself.Not even for her pain.But for that tiny heartbeat inside her.Her baby.The doctor arrived urgently, accompanied by an assistant."Lay her on her bac

Silvia recoiled, shocked."Are you kidding? Is that a threat?""No. It's a decision."She glared at him, her eyes filled with rage."You'll regret this, Ilyes. You think your 'experience' with her is going to make you a new man? You're just a monster in a suit. And even she knows it."He replied without flinching:"Maybe. But at least I'm trying to change. You've never changed. And you never will."Then he opened the door."Get out."Silvia froze for a few seconds. She clenched her fists, fuming... but finally left, her heels clacking like whips on marble.The door slammed shut behind her.On the other side, in the bedroom, Lena remained motionless, unable to move.Her hands trembled slightly.She hadn't expected… this.That he would defend her.That he would reject Silvia, not with anger or vengeance, but with calm and firmness.She didn't know what it meant.Or whether she should be happy about it.But one thing was certain: Ilyes had made his choice. And it was no longer Silvia.La

“Let them enjoy themselves. I’m finally going to live.”Then he returned to Lena.She was still sitting, her hands on her stomach, silent.He knelt slowly before her, lowering his eyes.Not a gesture of pity. Just… a presence.“You deserve better than all this,” he murmured.“But I’m here. And I won’t move.”It took her a long time to reply.And her voice, when it finally came out, was barely a breath:“Then… prove it.”The drive home was silent.Ilyes drove with a sure hand, but his gaze remained fixed straight ahead.Lena, sitting beside him, felt her heart pounding. She felt her breath coming in short gasps, her throat tight.Everything that had happened during that dinner hung suspended above them, like a heavy, electric cloud.Silvia. The words. The slap. The looks.And that last image, the most unsettling: Ilyes on his knees before her.She hadn't known what to say. She still didn't know.When they arrived at the villa, Ilyes turned off the engine without a word. He got out, wal