THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 132: Common Darling...

Chapter 132: Common Darling...

"Come now, darling. What is the meaning of this?" Arthur’s voice dripped with feigned concern as he took a deliberate step closer, his piercing gaze locking onto Sophia’s. "Your husband is here, so surely, you should be looking into the eyes of the man you’ve been expecting."

His lips curled into a subtle smirk as he reached out, gripping her arm and pulling her toward him.

Sophia’s breath hitched, her body stiffening in response to his touch.

But just as the tension between them thickened, an unexpected act shattered the moment—Sophia released a small but unmistakable burst of gas.

Athur, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn’t contain his amusement.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he observed her flustered state. With an air of casual dominance, he extended his hand, brushing his fingers against her cheek.

Then, with a firm push, he forced her to meet his gaze, ensuring that her trembling eyes remained locked onto his.

A twisted delight danced within the depths of his stare, sending an unsettling shiver through her.

"You... you’re a monster," Sophia stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Instead of reacting with anger or irritation, Arthur merely pressed his lips into a thin, controlled line.

His expression was unreadable, but the air around him darkened with an eerie, unspoken threat.

"Is that supposed to be shocking coming from you?" he mused, his tone laced with quiet amusement.

Sophia’s stomach churned with revulsion as his hand lingered near her skin.

Every fiber of her being recoiled from his presence, but she was trapped, unable to escape the suffocating space he commanded.

"Besides," Arthur continued, his voice growing colder, his demeanor shifting into something far more sinister, "I’m not as much of a monster as you are. You refused to eat the food that was given to you."

Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came. She clenched her jaw, pressing her lips into a thin line before shaking her head defiantly.

"I’m not going to eat anything," she spat, her voice raw with pain. "I don’t care what happens to me, but I won’t do it. I refuse."

Her words were dragged out in agony, her throat aching with the weight of her defiance. Pain flickered in her eyes, sorrow clouding her expression, but she stood her ground.

Arthur let out a low, chilling chuckle.

His amusement was far from comforting—it was the kind that sent ice crawling down her spine.

Then, without warning, he lowered his head toward her, his breath ghosting against her skin.

Sophia’s entire body tensed.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she watched his gaze darken, turning dangerously sharp. A wave of cold fear washed over her as she shivered, terrified of what he might do next.

Arthur remained eerily calm, yet there was an undeniable unpredictability about him as he inched closer.

The tension between them thickened, suffocating the space. Then, to Sophia’s utter shock, she felt his head rest lightly against her forehead.

A violent shiver ran down her spine at his touch.

Every instinct in her screamed to pull away, to create distance between them. But just as she gathered the strength to retreat, his voice stopped her cold.

"Arthur—" she began, her voice trembling with uncertainty, but he cut her off before she could continue.

"I heard you were pregnant," he murmured hoarsely.

There was something deeply unsettling about the way he said it—his tone was laced with an ominous danger, a quiet menace that sent icy dread coursing through her veins.

Then, without warning, Arthur’s eyes snapped open, locking onto hers with a piercing intensity that left her breathless.

"Arthur—" she tried again, her voice faltering.

"The baby," he said, his tone deceptively even, "at least deserves some hospitality... at least until it departs from this world."

Sophia’s breath hitched, her entire body recoiling from him as though struck by a physical blow.

Her mind struggled to process his words, disbelief washing over her in waves. She jerked her head back, her wide, horrified eyes searching his face for any sign that she had misheard him.

"What... what did you just say?" she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Arthur remained composed, unwavering, as he met her gaze.

"You know we can’t keep that baby," he said, his voice cold and final.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips. She staggered back a step, her hands trembling as they instinctively moved to her stomach.

"That baby?" she repeated, her voice cracking. "Arthur—"

Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she stared at him, unable to comprehend the cruelty of his words. A deep ache lodged itself in her chest, spreading like wildfire.

"Arthur, this is our baby!" she choked out, her voice thick with anguish.

She shook her head violently, as if rejecting the reality he was forcing upon her.

But Arthur’s expression remained unreadable. The decision had already been made.

"You... you can’t do this. Please," Sophia pleaded, her voice breaking as devastation clouded her expression.

Her body trembled, her heart hammering against her ribs in sheer disbelief.

But Arthur, sharp and unyielding as ever, showed no sign of reconsidering his words.

His resolve was carved into every feature, his unwavering gaze piercing through her desperation.

He raised a hand, reaching for her, but she recoiled instantly, jerking herself away from his grasp. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled, twisting and writhing to free herself.

"Leave me alone!" she cried, her frantic movements growing weaker, her strength fading against the inevitability of his dominance.

Her fight came to a fatal standstill. She couldn’t resist anymore.

The weight of the moment crushed her, and finally, her body surrendered to the grief overwhelming her.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she stared at him, the man who once vowed to love and protect her.

Who was this monster standing before her?

The only thought consuming her mind was that she had been searching for her husband—the man she loved, the man who should have been overjoyed by such news.

But instead, he was speaking of ending the life of their unborn child.

How cruel had he become? How far was he willing to go, all in the name of his twisted obsession?

"Arthur, don’t do this. I’m begging you," she sobbed, dropping to her knees, clasping her hands together in desperate prayer. "Please, don’t do this."

Her heart-wrenching cries echoed through the room, the sound of her suffering filling every inch of the space.

But even as her world crumbled around her, Arthur remained disturbingly composed. His face was an unreadable mask, unmoved by the storm of emotion unraveling before him.

Then, in the midst of her agony, he spoke—his voice calm yet laced with a chilling finality.

"I wish I could spare you this pain, Sophia," he said, his words deliberate, almost gentle. "But this child... will only be a distraction. If it is born, there is no way we will survive."

He exhaled slowly, his tone sharpening like the edge of a blade.

"And I am not willing to take that risk."

His declaration struck her like a death sentence.

Sophia gasped, her tears falling freely as she stared at him, unable to believe that the man she once loved was truly gone.

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