Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 65

Ava'S POV

"I am afraid that would be possible." I stiffen hearing the voice.

Stiff? No, I froze like ice.

Am I hallucinating again? I thought something was forcing me to open my eyes to check my surroundings because suddenly my body felt some different type of sensation, and somehow this feeling is not new.

I have felt this way before.

But when?

I was flattered, opened my eyes, and gave a glance at my sound, but my eyes stuck on the tall figure.

Wearing a navy blue three-piece full suit and shining polish shoes, an expensive watch, and black spectacles.

A figure used to make my life beautiful.

The same figure was the reason for my smile and my happiness.

He was my solace.

And look at the fortune I have. The same figure is the reason for my broken self.

The tears I just cleaned again appear and make their way out of my eyes.

My eyes stuck to his eyes. Fury was visible in his eyes, and arrogance was dripping down his body.

He looked scary to me this time.

The aura he created with his presence was giving me hints of trouble.

This man is bad news.

His confidence, which I used to admire, is scaring me to the core today.

His warm eyes have a different rage.

‘Last time he took your heart and self away, this time he is here to take your soul away.' My consciousness said so, and I shivered at just such a thought.

"Mr. Jensen, I asked you to give me some time." Ms. Martha said while padding up to him.

I haven't averted my eyes from his, nor has he.

As if we both want to look into each other's souls.

My eyes are accusing him, and his eyes have no guilt in them.

What a shameless man!

"I apologize to Ms. Martha, but I won't be able to do so." He said this, still looking at me.

"Mr. Jensen, please understand that things aren't as easy as they look." Please give me some time." She pleaded in a low voice, but I heard clearly.

"No!"' He declared.

I can see he is doing everything to hurt me.

"I am here to take my daughter with me, and I will." He said this while clenching his jaw. He took a small pose, but when he spoke, I broke into a sobbing mess.

"Today!"

Ms. Martha ran towards me, and I dropped my head into Bella's crook of her neck, and my body refused to leave her even for a second.

"Mr. Jensen, I never thought you could be heartless. I have clearly mentioned all the situations in which you took this step. What a shame." Ms. Martha took me in her loving embrace and seethed in anger.

"You are not in a position to tell me what to do, Ms. Martha. I respect you, so do nothing that can harm the respect I have for you in my eyes." He said it arrogantly. "He was not feeling an ounce of sympathy for me. In my crying mess, I could feel his intentions.

"Sir, there are so many kids in the orphanage. Then why do you want to steal our little daughter from us?" This time, Natalia spoke.

"I am not obliged to answer anyone here." He replied again.

"Sir, please don't do that. We all love her so much, and I assure you we will all keep her happy and safe. Please adopt any other child. Please don't do this to us." This time, Parminder spoke.

But I did not hear his reply. I am sure he has ignored his plea.

Arrogant bastard.

"I will not give my daughter to you." This time, opening my eyes, I said it in fury.

"I know." He smirks, looking at me. Or maybe my condition.

"Tell Mr. Jensen," I said while rooted to my place, showing him my back.

"When I do deal, I would like to do it face-to-face, Ms." He spoke, and I know he wants to see my vulnerable state while he puts his condition on the table.

I know he is a businessman, and if he has asked me to talk privately, that means something is cooking in his mind, and whatever he has, I won't like it, not even a bit.

I never thought about the person I used to love. He hates me so much that he is ready to break me again and does not want to leave a single inch without hurting me.

But do I have any options?

No!!

Fisting my palm into my dress, I turn around and look at his not-so-beautiful face.

He tilted his head in a provocative manner, but I kept my cool.

"What do you want?" I asked.

I am too scared of his reply. My body is in denial about getting the reply, but I can't run away from reality now.

"YOU." He said that, and my eyes came out like sockets.

"W..hhat..?" I stutter when I hear him.

Did I hear him right?

"Well, Ms., as I can see, my daughter is very close to you, so it won't be easy for her to live without you. And being a good father, I don't want to do anything that hurts my daughter." He said that, and his smirking wasn't stopping at all.

Somehow his words give me ease hearing that he wants us to be together at least.

But I was getting a hint of something that I still need to figure out.

When I did not say anything, he again spoke, "So I want you." He said it, but again, his words were not digestible.

I know there is a hidden meaning to what he is saying, and I want to find out.

"I am not getting what you are trying to say, Mr .Jensen," I asked directly, rather than roaming behind the bush.

"I WANT YOU TO BE MY SLAVE." And that hit me .Not only to my soul but to my entire existence.