THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 133: The child is a distraction...

Chapter 133: The child is a distraction...

"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. Do you understand?"

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.

Her breath hitched as she stared deeply into Arthur’s eyes, her sobs coming to an abrupt halt.

In that moment, a painful realization settled over her like a suffocating weight—there was no use in trying to fight him on this.

His mind was already consumed, his obsession with Angel clouding all reason, all morality. He was too far gone, and no amount of pleading would change that.

A lump formed in her throat as she swallowed the bitter truth.

What had she done to deserve such cruelty? What sin had she unknowingly committed to be punished in this way—to have her life spiral into such a tragic, unforgiving abyss?

"Our child, Arthur... You have to—"

"I’ve said it, and that’s final." His voice was as cold as steel, his expression unreadable. Then, in a contradiction that sent shivers down her spine, his tone softened slightly. "Now, I don’t want to stress you out, so make sure you eat your food."

Sophia’s fingers trembled as she slowly raised her hand, wiping the tears that streaked her cheeks. The gesture was small, almost insignificant, yet Arthur noticed.

Without hesitation, he reached out, his fingertips brushing against her skin as he wiped away the remnants of her sorrow.

"You know what? I don’t want you falling sick before the doctors arrive," he murmured, his voice unsettlingly calm. "So we’re both going to eat. And I’ll make sure you do."

His words should have sounded reassuring, but to Sophia, they felt like shackles tightening around her.

As she stared into the face of the man she once loved, a hollow emptiness spread within her.

This was supposed to be her moment—the time she had longed for—to become a mother, to protect and nurture a child, to finally have someone to call family.

But instead, here she was, defeated by cruel circumstances, trapped in a nightmare where she was being forced to snuff out the very life growing inside her.

And worst of all? She had no choice.

That thought gnawed at her relentlessly, sinking its jagged teeth deep into her soul, filling her with an unbearable weight of regret.

It twisted inside her, a cruel reminder of everything she had lost, everything she wished she could change.

From the very first moment—the beginning of it all—if only she had made different choices, if only she could go back in time and rewrite her past, maybe... just maybe, none of this would be happening.

But it was too late.

Sophia was at a loss for words, her mind a hollow void, her body numb and detached from reality.

She barely registered the moment Arthur grabbed her wrist, his grip firm yet indifferent, and dragged her toward the seat. She moved like a lifeless doll, an empty shell of herself, powerless against his control.

A wave of helplessness crashed over her, drowning her in the realization of just how little control she had left.

She wasn’t even a person anymore—just an object, bending and shifting according to Arthur’s whims.

Before she could process it, she felt his hands pressing down on her shoulders, guiding her into the couch.

She sank into the seat, her head tilting upward to meet his cold gaze, the weight of his presence suffocating.

Arthur didn’t waste a moment.

He sat beside her, his movements slow, deliberate.

In his hand, he held a dish, the metal spoon glinting under the dim light as he dipped it into the food. Without a word, he lifted the spoon toward her lips.

Sophia didn’t resist. She simply parted her lips whenever the spoon neared her mouth, mechanically accepting each bite. The motions felt robotic, distant—until something within her snapped.

A flicker of awareness sparked in her hazy mind. A small ember of defiance.

As the next spoonful approached, she hesitated. And then, for the first time in what felt like forever, she refused.

Arthur’s hand stopped mid-air, the spoon hovering inches from her lips. Her dull, exhausted gaze met his, but this time, there was something different in her eyes.

A question.

Her voice was quiet but steady when she finally spoke.

"Angel... what are you planning to do with her once you have everything you want?"

The room fell into a heavy silence. Arthur didn’t move for a moment, his expression unreadable. And then—slowly, almost lazily—a light smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t kind.

It was the kind of smile that sent shivers down her spine.

*

Angel clung to herself, wrapping her arms tightly around her trembling body as she stared into the empty space before her.

The weight of Arthur’s words settled like a heavy stone in her chest, suffocating, unrelenting.

The realization struck her so deeply that, in that moment, it wasn’t just her world that had shattered—it was her trust, her faith, everything she had ever held onto.

All of it crumbled into dust, slipping through her fingers like something she could never piece back together.

"Tryson..." The name left her lips in a whisper, barely audible, yet thick with pain.

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as the most agonizing truth crashed over her—he was responsible for her mother’s death.

A choked sob escaped her throat as she instinctively placed a trembling hand over her stomach, fingers pressing gently against the life growing within her.

Closing her eyes, she held onto that small gesture, as if silently vowing to protect her child from the cruelty of the world. But deep down, uncertainty gnawed at her.

Was this truly her child?

She had convinced herself that she kept this baby because the love she had shared with Tryson would never fade.

But now, after what she had learned, after the unbearable weight of the truth, that love felt like an illusion.

A lie. And it hurt—oh, it hurt in ways she couldn’t even put into words.

"I... I lost," Angel murmured, her voice breaking as the finality of it all settled in.

Defeat. Bitter, undeniable, and crushing.

A strangled sob tore from her as she squeezed her eyes shut, the dam breaking at last. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, hot and unrelenting.

What was the point of it all?

So many secrets. So many lies. And in a single moment, everything unraveled, leaving her stranded in an abyss of despair.

Just as she felt herself drowning in the unbearable silence, a sudden sound jolted her back—

Click.

The door to the room opened.