Page 233 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

“No. But he threatened me. He said I had no idea who you and Kaisen really are. That I wasn’t strong enough to survive what’s coming.”

The muscle in Amai’s jaw ticked. He pulled the car over abruptly, tires screeching slightly as he jerked to a stop on the side of the road.

He turned to me, his eyes blazing with something I couldn’t name.

“Listen to me very carefully,” he said, his voice deadly quiet. “You do not open your door for Winston. Ever. You hear me?”

“Amai—”

“Ever.” He leaned closer, his presence overwhelming. “My father is not a man you can reason with. He’s not a man you can negotiate with. He will smile at you while he destroys everything you love. Do you understand?”

My heart was pounding. “Yes.”

“If he shows up again, you call me immediately. You don’t engage. You don’t let him in. You call me. And that goes for Kaisen too.”

Amai stared at me for a long moment, his chest rising and falling with barely controlled rage. Then he pulled back and put the car in drive, merging back onto the road.

But the tension didn’t dissipate.

If anything, it got worse.

“How did you know Kaisen’s been coming by?” I asked quietly.

Amai’s expression didn’t change. “I know everything, Truth.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I have eyes everywhere. It means I know when you leave your house, where you go, who you see. It means I know Kaisen’s been visiting you three times a week. It means I know he went to Baby Bliss Boutique and bought a bunch of baby shit.”

My blood ran cold.

“You’ve been watching me?”

“I’ve been protecting you.”

“That’s not protection, Amai. That’s surveillance.”

“Call it whatever you want.” His voice was flat. “But as long as you’re carrying my child, I’m going to know where you are and who you’re with.”

“Ourchild,” I corrected, my voice shaking. “And you don’t own me.”

“I never said I did.”

“Then stop acting like it!”

The car went silent again.

I pressed my hands against my thighs, trying to steady myself. The realization was crashing over me in waves: I wasn’t free. I’d never been free. From the moment I signed that contract, from the moment Amai decided I was his, I’d been in a cage.

And the bars were closing in.

We pulled into the parking lot of New Beginnings Fertility Center, and my stomach twisted into knots.

This place.

This goddamn place where everything had started.

Amai parked and turned off the engine. For a moment, neither of us moved.