Chapter 203:
Farrah was losing her composure, her thoughts crashing into one another.
“Go ahead, I dare you!”
Felipe’s response was a cold, challenging smirk.
“Just wait and see.” His eyes, usually warm and engaging when in the company of others like Kristian, now blazed with a chilling intensity.
Farrah’s voice cracked, the words straggling for power.
“If you dare harm my child, I will despise you until my last breath.” Her threat hung flimsy and unconvincing in the air, a desperate bluff she knew held no sway over him.
A sharp ache twisted in Felipe’s chest, a fleeting sign of inner turmoil, yet his expression was stone—impassive with a veneer of icy amusement.
“Despise me all you want,” he retorted evenly, his voice a low growl.
“That child has no place in my world.”
With calculated calm, he pulled out his phone and dialed swiftly, directing his assistant to get a private hospital ready for an urgent procedure—an abortion. He announced that he would be bringing Farrah there shortly.
Farrah’s heart seized with panic. She could tell Felipe’s decisions were set in stone, his will unyielding.
Trapped in the sprawling, secluded suburbs, escape seemed like a distant fantasy. The villa, brimming with his allies, offered no refuge. There was nobody she could trust, nobody to whom she could turn for help.
And Freya… Freya had suffered enough at Kristian’s hands. Farrah’s resolve hardened; she could not, would not, drag her friend deeper into this nightmare.
Felipe’s voice cut through her thoughts, icy and commanding.
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“So, Farrah, do we need to do this the hard way, or will you come quietly?” His footsteps echoed ominously, each one like a hammer to Farrah’s fragile heart, igniting a suffocating fear and a desperate urge to escape.
“You can’t just decide to terminate this pregnancy,” Farrah stated, her eyes brimming with urgency, her fingers clutching her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
“You are the father.”
Felipe let out a derisive scoff.
The scorn in his gaze intensified as he gently caressed her chilled cheek.
“I was overseas on business during that time. How the hell could you possibly be carrying my child?”
Tears welled up in Farrah’s eyes, her lips trembling as she fought back sobs.
“If you get rid of this child and remain loyally by my side, I’ll give you everything you desire. Fame? I can make that happen too.” His fingers, surprisingly warm, brushed away her tears, his voice softening into a coaxing whisper.
Farrah shook her head defiantly, her resolve hardening.
She didn’t crave the allure of fame, nor did she wish to remain ensnared by his side. All she yearned for was the life blossoming within her.
“Just listen to me,” Felipe muttered, his voice a dangerous blend of temptation and threat as he stepped closer.
“Let’s go to the hospital together.”
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