Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 44 - Thirty-Eight

Chapter 44: Chapter Thirty-Eight

LEO

I jolt awake from my blank pace when a basin of cold water is splashed over me mercilessly. The summer is long gone by now and the winter is dangerously nearing through the pouring rain. So, it is quite cold nowadays. Shivers break out all over my soaked body as cold air bites into my skin.

I snap my eyes open, my five senses on their peak as every hair in my body raises in alarm.

"Look, look, my pretty cousin is awake!" James jests as his lackeys enthusiastically cheer at his delighted remark.

"Why are you doing this?" Struggling against the tight binding of rope that is tying me against a wooden chair, I bite out through my gritted teeth, not at all surprised that James is the person who kidnapped me.

I was even wondering why they aren’t making any move. They should’ve done what they are doing right now weeks ago. But why now? I mean do they know about my pregnancy? There is a slim chance of it because only Ruth and I know about this. Or maybe it is just a coincidence? But whatever it is, it clearly was not planned out by his father because if it were then it would be as close as to perfection, not this clumsy.

James seems to have read my inner conclusion, so he elaborates for me as he signals one of his lackeys to bring a chair for him, "You are right my father doesn’t know a thing about this kidnapping. It’s all planned by me. But you are wrong in one thing." He pauses when his goon drags him from chair to seat, "I know you are pregnant and my father is too aware of the matter. And this is the reason I went into all the trouble to drag you here. After all, I can’t bear to look at my little omega bearing someone else’s child and not mine."

I feel my stomach flip as every lewd word enters my ears. "Who is your omega?" My eyes narrow into slits as fury radiates from my aura. "And how did you know that I am pregnant?"

I am genuinely curious about the last question since I really can’t wrap my head around this intel. The only two people who know about my pregnancy are me and Ruth, according to my knowledge. I haven’t even told a soul about that and there is no way Ruth will ever open his mouth even if I tell him to. So, how did these sadistic fucks know about something nobody knows?

James flashes a feral smile, baring all his teeth. Crackling he replies, "We have our own way to gather information just like you have yours." He recites these words as if he is very proud of this accomplishment.

And this tariffing. This man knows I have tails up their asses, which means his father knows this too. And what is more concerning that he has someone up my ass too and I don’t about this. Someone very close enough to know that I am pregnant. The most dreadful idea clamps its fangs at the back of my mind.

Is it Erwin?

Did he shake hands with my uncle? Did he figure out that I was pregnant from the very start and just pretended not to know? Or did he knot me intentionally, so that I would get pregnant? Is this why he is sneaking around? Passing intel to my uncle behind my back? Did I misunderstand him being in love with me? Was that all nothing but acting? Was he being pretentious all the while? All the moments we spent together were fake? All the warmth we shred, all of it? Did Erwin sell me to my uncle just for some money? Is that all I matter to him?

Every moment I passed with Erwin flashes before my eyes and my face, which is already pale, turns at white as a blank sheet. My chest tightens painfully as noose slithers up my veins and tightens around my heart, squeezing it so hard that I fear it will be torn apart any moment now. But James is too consumed by the euphoria of having me in his clutches to notice that.

"Now then," James snags his focus over me once more, making my blood go cold. My guts are screaming at me to run, telling me that whatever is going to happen right now is something I am not ready for and I will never be ready for. "little kitten, is this that bastard Erwin calls you by?"

"Motherfucker, don’t you dare call me by that name." I am seething, my glares deathly.

James wavers a little at this but pulls his shits together soon enough, comforting himself by the fact that I am still tied up. I can’t do a shit without throwing out empty threats. Well, he is particularly right but unfortunately I don’t bluff. I can feel fury, rage and murderous intent coiling up in the pit of my stomach and making a dangerous substance that is ready to erupt like a volcano if this sadistic fucker pushes me even a little bit.

"Why are you so hooked up in fucking me huh?" I spit out to buy myself a bit of time to silently wriggle free from the rope biting hard in my cold flesh, making an unsightly purple bruise on my wrists.

"Huh," James snorts in amusement, "do you really want to know, Leo?" He asks sarcastically, "Then listen," He doesn’t wait for my reply that I wouldn’t give anyway.

What a motherfucking idiot.

"do you remember when you were in heat for the first time?" James starts with his tale and my movements still, oxygen stutters from my lungs. "That time when you were alone in that infirmary, I was the one to fuck you. A third year alpha. God Leo, you don’t know how good your hole felt at that time and I guess it still does the same still to this day. This is the reason I am so obsessed with you, Leo. My omega. Even if you try to deny it, you can’t deny that I am the one who took your virginity thirty years ago in the infirmary room. What a wonderful experience it was!"

My boiling blood runs cold as the raging substance is replaced by sole disgust. I wouldn’t believe a single thing this ad fucker saying if I didn’t know better. It all makes sense now. Why my parents and the school staff never opened their mouths and why all the evidence was wiped clean. Because this bastard raped me and his pedophile father was one to clean after him.

My world starts to revolve around me. I would still admit even if someone says that some teacher or one of my brothers raped me but I can’t comprehend what this fucker saying to me. My stomach scrunches violently, threatening me that my meals throughout the day are about to make an extremely ugly reappearance.

"Now that you have your answers, open your mouth." James commands as he pushes up from his seat and starts to unbuckle his belt. "I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

I regain my previous murderous demeanor and hiss, "Dare you put that inside my mouth and I will bite it off for you." I warn, my gaze is as sharp as the strongest sword of the world, the Japanese katana.

"But I barely suspect you’d do that." James hums sweetly before one of his goons comes around and hands him a sharp knife. James points it right over my stomach, "I will just push enough to kill that child inside your belly and keep you alive if you disobey me, Leo."

Cold sweats break over my whole body and my heart shrinks to the pit of the stomach as my eyes concrete, watching James hold the knife sharp tip over my stomach. My breathing halts and the crunching in my stomach becomes more vicious as the second trickles by. Anxiety and dread mixing up with disgust.

"Now open your mouth." James repeats himself, pleased that I bought his threat, "Wide."

Having no chance in my head and heart pounding on my ears, I do what he says. James shoves his disgusting dick inside my mouth. Just when James starts to rape my mouth, groaning in pleasure as he does and his dick hits the back of my throat, it triggers what I was holding back all the time.

I vomit all over James and his ugly cock, almost choking in it in the process.

"Ah!" James pulls out as he growls in disgust and fury, "You son of a bitch!" With this James goes on a rampage, blinded by rage.

He places a hard kick right on to my stomach, knocking the chair on the ground. My pinched vision fills with big red beads, as I feel an exploding pain burst through my stomach. That motherfucker didn’t hold back with the kick.

Tears wells in my eyes as I spit out some blood when my face hits the muddy ground of what seems like an abandoned warehouse. But James doesn’t stop with just one kick. He continues to repeat the same action in the same place. He spits out curses that my blood filled brain can’t function as he kills me, kills my baby.

I want to beg him to stop. I want to beg him to not kill my child but erupting pain has me choking blindly on its clutches, preventing me from making any coherent thought at all. All I can get out of my throat is blood curdling screams of pain and agony.

And at this point I am starting to lose my blood and tears stained consciousness. I know there is a slim chance that the baby will survive after all these kicks James is punishing me with. I know there is an off chance that I will get out of this living hell alive but still I can’t stop my heart from bleeding. I can’t stop thinking about Erwin. Will he be happy that I am gone? Will he be happy after inheriting all my money? Of course he will. After all, he loves money...

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