My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 231

Evelyn

Tyler's words froze me where I sat. Every inch of my body locked up, every nerve screaming. The horror twisted in me, deeper than words could reach. My breathing hitched, sharp and fast, as fear sunk like claws into my skin.

"W-what?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

He placed both hands on the armrests of the chair, caging me in. My muscles ached from how tightly I'd been holding myself together, how long I'd been clenching against panic. I had a small window-maybe I could push him, run-but he had a knife. And I had to protect my baby.

A single fall could take her from me. I couldn't risk it.

"Still a little hazy?" he mused, smirking. "Has the sedative not worn off yet?"

Then, colder that bastard added, "I told you to get naked, Evelyn."

Disgust rose like bile in my throat, tangling with the fear in my stomach, "No," I said, stronger than I expected. "I'm not doing that."

I pressed back into the chair, desperate to breathe right, but my lungs weren't listening. The air tasted metallic. My chest burned.

Tyler's smile widened.

"Oh wow," he said with mock delight. "You're not going to do that? Or would you prefer I do it for you?" He dragged the tip of the knife slowly down the side of my dress, then along the curve of my belly, "Don't make me do something I don't want to, Belladonna. I'm not in the mood for murder today."

"Please, Tyler... don't do this," I begged, arms wrapping around my body. My voice cracked, shaking. I didn't look at him-I wouldn't. I didn't want to see the pleasure I knew was in his eyes.

"Open your eyes."

"No," I whispered, shaking my head, burying my face into my shoulder to stifle the sobs.

"Don't make me mad, Evelyn. You won't like what that looks like."

"Please..." My voice shattered, and tears slid down my cheek.

I heard him exhale sharply. A pause. Then, his hands pulled back from the armrests.

"God, you are so fucking annoying," he muttered, stepping away. I dared to open my eyes.

He was pacing now, rubbing his jaw.

"Are all pregnant women this dramatic, or are you just the exception?" His tone was edged with irritation, but something flickered in his eyes-something unreadable. Maybe regret. Maybe hesitation. But it didn't matter. The man in front of me was a monster, no matter what echoes of Tyler might still exist inside him.

"Tyler... please. My baby hasn't done anything. Just... try to understand."

"I didn't realize getting naked caused a miscarriage," he snapped back, gaze flicking to my belly with something like disdain or curiosity. I instinctively covered it with my hands.

Before I could plead again, he walked across the room, grabbed a bag, and dropped it in front of me. My heart seized.

What now?

a folded pair of loose-fitting pants and a shirt. They

He'd brought them.

"What are you-"

are filthy," he cut in, tossing the bundle onto my lap. "Not exactly healthy for

the clothes, then at him. Confused. Scared. Something didn't add up. "Try them on before I change my mind," he warned, turning toward the door. He unlocked it with a soft click, then paused in

enough movies to know what happens when a pregnant woman tries to escape from

him. I let out a shaking breath. My hands, still trembling, reached for the clothes. I couldn't fully process what had just happened. I was still stuck in

trapped. With

Pregnant.

Defenseless.

man who said he'd kill me after I gave birth...had just brought me something comfortable

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how many hours had passed since I'd changed into the warm clothes Tyler left for me. They

someone you planned

wasn't some basement criminal-he was a shrewd businessman. Maybe this was just part of

I didn't care.

wrap me in silk and I'd still spit in

outside the

Then I remembered.

Her.

had mentioned her not

usual stilettos or perfectly tailored designer outfits. Her hair was undone, her face pale. She looked... devastated.

blinked. That couldn't

Chloe?" I asked. I saw

said-but the question had

last person I'd ever expected any kindness

I was pregnant. She knew what Tyler

be part of

she let this

food, Evelyn. You must be starving.

I snapped, a bitter laugh slipping through. "How am I

plan this whole damn thing?" "Evelyn, please trust

I can't even look at you without imagining that food

Her shoulders slumped like the weight

her.

I didn't want any of this," she said quietly. "I tried to stop him. Over and over. I even tried going to the

gone completely insane, Evelyn. He's... dangerous in a way he never

s

a

trust. God