Bind you in hellbound
Chapter 158: ~Hellbound~

Chapter 158: ~Hellbound~

After a week, the first light of morning spilled through the curtains, and I awoke with a sense of quiet anticipation. Elena, still lost in dreams, looked serene in her slumber. I couldn’t resist the urge to trace the delicate lines of her angelic face with my fingers, a gentle caress that belied the storm of thoughts swirling within me.

As my hand moved down to gently stroke her belly, I found myself grappling with the complexities of impending fatherhood. Closing my eyes, I felt the weight of responsibility settle upon me. The unborn child carried the promise of a new Chapter, a delicate connection between Elena and me.

Nikita, though initially startled, composed herself and regarded us with a measured expression. There was a pause, a momentary dissatisfaction that flickered across her features.

"Tonight, Mr. Kai is throwing a party," Obin announced, placing the invitation card on the table.

"I’m not lying, honey," Derek insisted, his lips finding the curve of my neck in a tender kiss.

As I opened my eyes, I noticed the subtle flush coloring his ears. I nodded in agreement, taking his hand in mine, the lingering warmth of the kiss lingering between us.

"You don’t allow me to wear heels, right?" I remarked, a playful accusation laced with a hint of teasing.

"Hello, Derek," he greeted, and Derek responded with a respectful nod.

Paul’s POV.

"Liar," I muttered, my gaze meeting his in the reflection of the mirror.

"Derek, you’re changing the topic," I playfully added, my attempt to steer the conversation away from the insecurities that had lingered moments ago. His hands skillfully unfastened my hair, and a gentle compliment escaped his lips.

"Yes," he answered, a smile playing on his lips. The words hovered in the charged silence, and I decided to postpone my confession for a more opportune moment.

**

The internal conflict echoed in the quiet of the room. A fragile truce had been forged within me, a realization that the life growing within Elena was not just hers but mine as well.

"So, just one person is expected to survive. I’m your only father, and Elena is your mother. I will not allow anyone to come between us," I resolved, a silent vow to protect the fragile thread of us.

"Babe, it’ll happen," he whispered. His support was a balm to the insecurities that threatened to overshadow the anticipation of the night.

Later, in the office, the mundane world seemed to tug at the edges of my thoughts. Obin entered with a serious expression, breaking the reverie.

"You’re so bossy," I teased, adding a playful comment to defuse the tension.

"Her name is Elena D’souza, and he is Derek Houston," Mr. Kai presented us to his daughter, and I observed Nikita’s reaction with curiosity.

’No, I’m not going to say it right now. Tonight, I’ll tell him,’ I resolved within myself. A smile adorned my face as I leaned in, kissing him tenderly on the forehead.

He scanned the surroundings, his eyes darting across the gathering as though searching for someone in particular. "Hey, are you all right?" I inquired, noticing his vigilance.

"Tonight?" I inquired.

When Derek kissed me, it was as if he possessed a supernatural power, drawing me entirely into the vortex of our shared passion.

Derek enveloped me from behind, his arms a reassuring embrace.

"Stay with me, alright," he urged, the sincerity in his voice reassuring.

"You’ll be in my arms for the rest of your life."

"But there’s something lacking," Derek added, a thoughtful note in his voice that piqued my curiosity.

A little smile graced my lips as his gestures of appreciation worked their magic.

"You will be mine today."

"I’m not in the best of shape, so you may go on your own," I stated, a self-deprecating remark escaping my lips.

With a subtle gesture, Mr. Kai summoned his daughter, and a young girl soon appeared at his side.

My head lowered in contemplation, a realization settling upon me that this might be the perfect moment to confess about my feelings.

In the dim light of my private sanctuary, I took a deliberate step forward and faced the mirror. Tonight was the night I had been waiting for, the night when the pieces of the intricate puzzle would fall into place. The air crackled with anticipation as I gazed at my reflection.

As if summoned by the energy of the exchange, Mr. Kai appeared seemingly out of nowhere, a gracious host in the midst of his extravagant party.

I took the invitation card, fingers tracing the embossed details.

Derek, in his composed demeanor, smiled and took the opportunity to introduce me. "Let me introduce you to my wife, Elena."

"I love you, Elena," Derek kissed my shoulder.

Mr. Kai’s gaze shifted to me, recognition flickering in his eyes. "I met you, Elena D’souza, but we didn’t talk that night. I’m familiar with your father. I was shocked when I learned of his situation," he shared, a somber note entering his words.

"I’m ecstatic that you came to my party," Mr. Kai expressed, his enthusiasm palpable.

"Derek," I began, my fingers gently touching his cheek. The atmosphere shifted, and as he stared into my eyes, a nervous anticipation tinged the air.

"Meet them, Nikita. They are really special to me. Please look after them, honey," Mr. Kai introduced us to his daughter, a sense of pride evident in his words.

"I think we should go now," Derek suggested, breaking the enchanting moment and touching my forehead with his.

"I’m a bit shorter than you, but don’t tell me I’m looking too short," I said.

"Don’t you enjoy it when I lean on you?" Derek responded with a chuckle, turning the tables with a playful twist.

"Dad," she greeted, her voice carrying a youthful energy.

As I fixed my bow on my neck, the final touch to my carefully chosen attire, a sense of satisfaction washed over me.

The reflection in the mirror exuded confidence, a man ready to claim what he believed was rightfully his.

Derek chuckled, a sound that resonated with the ease of our shared moments.

"We’ll go a long way from here."

"I was kidding, of course. If I lock you up, I’ll lock myself up in the same room as you," Derek quipped, his attempt at lightening the mood. The shared laughter echoed in the air, a moment of camaraderie before the night unfolded.

"When I think you are not carrying my kid, my wrath rises to greater levels, but I can’t be rude to you. How can I harm a baby? I can’t kill this innocent child," I mused inwardly.

Derek, however, seized the moment, clasping my face and initiating a kiss on my lips. In that embrace, time seemed to suspend, and the world faded away as our connection deepened.

"Now you’re looking fantastic," Derek declared, his words carrying warmth that eased the tension.

After an hour’s drive, Derek assisted me in stepping out of the car. The night air carried a hint of excitement as we stood at the entrance of Mr. Kai’s grand event. Derek’s hand firmly held mine, and his whispered words lingered in the air.

"Nice," Mr. Kai acknowledged, the lines on his face softening. "Please come meet my daughter."

The party, an external distraction, seemed to hover on the periphery of my consciousness.

"Mr. Kai, we’ve met before," Derek remarked, extending a friendly acknowledgment.

"I can’t wait any longer," I murmured to the mirror, a self-assured smirk playing on my lips. Tonight, everything would change. Elena, the one who had eluded me for too long, would finally be within my grasp.

"Yeah, we studied at the same university, right Nikita?" I added, a smile playing on my lips as I attempted to bridge the gap of familiarity.

As the evening descended into the soft hues of dusk, Derek rushed back home, his footsteps echoing with a sense of urgency. The occasion was Mr. Kai’s party, and I found myself standing in front of the mirror, a myriad of uncertainties clouding my thoughts.

"But now he’s much better, sir," I responded to Mr. Kai’s revelation about my father, offering a reassuring smile. The subtle shift in the conversation hinted at a shared history, one that connected us beyond the realm of this glamorous party.

I chuckled, a lightness in my response, "It’s okay, I won’t run away from you." His silent gaze, however, betrayed a hint of concern, as if he were guarding against unseen threats.

The Other Side Of The Story,

**

"Derek, do I look fat in this dress?" I asked, my voice carrying a hint of insecurity. The dress, a delicate ensemble chosen for the evening, seemed to amplify my self-doubts.

"You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever met," Derek declared, punctuating his words with a gentle pinch to my cheek. I grumbled in response, dismissing his compliment with a playful rebuttal.

"If you try to flee, I’ll lock you up at home," Derek declared, his words a playful threat that carried a trace of possessiveness.

To be continued.