Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 15

Natalia forced a smile, her compliance just another act in the long–running play directed by Hamilton. He’d never given her the courtesy of an out, always expecting her to bend to his will without a moment’s thought for her feelings.

Over the years, she’d learned the hard way that resistance was futile: she might as well accept whatever task he threw her way, or endure whatever pain he saw fit to deliver.

“Understood,” she said, heading for the door.

“Come back. Eat something first.” Hamilton’s voice was firm, brooking no argument as he settled into the armchair, flipping open a takeout box.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Ms. Jenkins?” The chill in his voice was palpable, his steely gaze locking onto Natalia without a shred of warmth.

With a resigned sigh, Natalia turned and perched herself back on the couch.

Their meal passed in oppressive silence. Hamilton took his time, savoring each bite with the kind of discipline that spoke of a man who prized self–control above all else.

Natalia, on the other hand, poked at her food, her thoughts miles away. She tried her best to ignore the ugly rumors she’d heard earlier in the day, but they still gnawed at her, leaving an uncomfortable knot in her stomach.

Their quiet was shattered by the buzz of Hamilton’s phone. Hamilton’s voice softened as he took the call, a rare display of gentleness that Natalia knew was reserved for one person alone. “Trouble again? Alright, make sure you eat… Yes, I’ve got to go.”

Natalia knew without asking who was on the other end. Aside from his so–called first love, no one else could coax such tenderness from Hamilton.

“Did your old flame pop up again last night? Is that why you rushed off?” Natalia’s question was casual, but her tone held an edge.

Hamilton, busy fiddling with his state–of–the–art air purifier, glanced up at her. “That’s my business, Ms. Jenkins. Not yours.”

Two seconds of silence followed before Natalia responded, “I’m just concerned about my job security, that’s all”

Hamilton, adding a new scent pod to the purifier, looked up again. “Are you on the hunt for a new employer, Ms. Jenkins?”

A wry smile played on Natalia’s lips. “I can’t afford to go hungry.”

Hamilton’s expression darkened, his gaze heavy with unspoken threats. “Don’t worry, your

Chapter 15

Income won’t suffer. I’m not planning to replace you just yet.”

hardly see that as a compliment. The bitterness and pain she’d suppressed for so long were starting to numb her from the inside out. She forced

you, Mr.

a

gone, Hamilton’s facade cracked. He wiped down his mouth meticulously before calling his secretary with

her lunch break to meet Scarlett, who discreetly provided her with a stash of medications, including prenatal vitamins and folic acid, all disguised in antacid

small package. “Mr.

the secretary departing with a smile.

package, she found stomach warmers, antacids, and a freshly brewed digestive soup. Natalia’s emotions churned. Hamilton, disregarding any romantic aspect, was indeed an excellent partner–handsome, fit, skilled in bed,

baby, she mused, it might be impossible to

Hamilton came back, she managed to thank him again. His reply was dry, a reminder of their earlier office

gave her a look and said, “Ms. Jenkins, you are quite polite, not when you were

Hamilton’s voice stopped her. “Ride with me. There’s something I need to discuss on the

car pulling away

were taking felt all too familiar, stirring a sense

are we

“To pick up someone and head to the studio.

new brand ambassador. But the direction the car was traveling in made her more than a

villa, Natalia’s heart pounded in her chest.

her eyes full of adoration for Hamilton.

you walk like a normal person?” Hamilton

his tone betrayed

pouted playfully. “I was excited

with a bit of tenderness.

up. “Isn’t it good to be

she looked towards Natalla, “Oh, I didn’t know you have company.”

sat in the car, only to teel cold all over. Her belly now hurt so much that it made her panic. She

back in his seat and didn’t seem to notice

wouldn’t even

to Natalia. “Ms. Jenkins,

as she moved her things and

not let her take a cab? I don’t want anyone. interrupting us.”

gently. “There’s no cab service around

wait. There’s bound to be

her composure. “Someone will pick you up shortly. They’ll take you straight to the studio for the

in place, though it was a mask hiding a