Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 66

Does he want me to be his slave?

He could use the word nanny or maybe caretaker, but no. He said, Slave.

The one who used to claim he loved me wants me to be his slave.

‘Look at the irony.' I started laughing like a man when I heard him.

My stomach started hurting and tears started flowing, but I did not stop laughing.

After some time, I recovered, took a deep breath, and looked at him. He was looking at me with no emotion on his face. No love, no hate, no anger, no arrogance He was standing like a statue.

I looked at him with a painful smile.

If this man thinks taking away my daughter is that easy, then he is wrong. He does not know how much I love her or to what extent I can go for her.

I shake my head with a smile.

"This is a tiny price, if you ask me, Mr. Jensen. I will do anything for her. If it's a slave, then I will be a slave." I said, looking into his eyes to get the obvious message of how much I love her.

"Very well then. We have to sign a small contract, and she is all yours." He said it as if he knew I would say yes.

Oh, hell yeah, how can I forget? He is bloody Blake Jensen, and he must have done his homework properly before coming here.

"Ok..!" I said it without a second thought, and he smirked while his lip tilted upward.

Opening the door, he calls "Nora."

And again, a tall, familiar figure appeared in the room wearing a black full suit and glasses.

I rolled my eyes internally. I mean, who wears glasses in the house?

"Mam." He nodded towards me in respect, and I did the same in reply.

Well, if anything, I will never forget that it is my manners that I got from my grandmother, and I will never let her upbringing down for anything or anyone.

He handed a file to Blake and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Blake walked towards me and showed me the file, and I did not give him a small glance on his face and stanched the file from his hand open to read it.

Apart from some legal language, what caught my attention was...

Rules that the slave has to follow.

1.) Slaves will not disobey the decision that was made by the master.

2.) She will handle the entire household's work.

3.) She will be responsible for cooking.

4.) She will join the master at social events if needed.

5.) She will be responsible for Baby Bella Blake Jensen's wellbeing.

6.) She will share a room with the master.

If the Slave follows none of the above rules, the Master will have full power to terminate this contract on an immediate basis. And the outcome of the termination will prohibit Baby Bella Blake Jensen from meeting the Slave until her existence.

My heartbeats, which were already running unrhythmically, are now running the marathon.

I know he intentionally made such contact.

He knew I wouldn't say no to anything he came up with.

I can see he wants to humiliate me while saying, Slave.

I know he wants to show his claim on Bella by writing her Blake Jensen.

I can see everything he wants to show.

I have never felt helpless in my life the way I am feeling right now.

Of course, yes. Or else, why would he sign the bloody contract?

He knows how I am stuck under the contract and have nothing else to do or go to, or else I will lose Bella forever.

Did I make this decision in haste?

But again, what choice did I have?

He successfully got what he wanted with cunning while using my daughter.

But again, why is he here?

I have given up all my property and divorced, so why is he here?

So many questions were fogging my ability to think wisely, but again, I have nothing in my hands other than to follow his rules if I want to be with my girl.

Somehow, I know I made a drastic mistake by accepting his demand, but again, did I have any option? No!

The fact is, I can't see myself without Bella, and I will go to any extent to be with her.

I threw the vase next to the table and broke it into a thousand pieces.

I felt a sudden rage in me, and I just wanted to punch him so hard and break his jaw.

Why did humans become so helpless? Why has God given us too much emotion?

He is playing with my emotions, and I can see that very well. If he thinks I am the same old stupid emotional fool, then he is wrong.

I may be emotional for Bella, but I have no other weakness, and now I even want to see how he plays with me.

I took a deep breath and rubbed my face with my palms, and then I knew I was crying.

I walked out and saw everyone sitting and looking at the door I came out of.