Chapter 225
Chapter 225:
Cole’s breathing stopped. An invisible, crushing weight drove itself directly into his chest. He said nothing. He walked slowly into the room, his footsteps heavy and dragging, like a man walking toward his own execution.
He stopped in front of the terrified maid. He bent his massive frame downward with deliberate, terrible slowness, and his large, trembling fingers reached out and picked up the two broken halves of the pregnancy test. He held them up to the light.
Two red lines. Positive.
That simple symbol detonated like a bomb inside Cole’s mind. The shockwave tore through every rational thought he possessed.
June was pregnant. She had been carrying my child.
His pupils dilated so completely that his eyes looked entirely black. His heart slammed against his ribs with bruising force. Adrenaline and profound, staggering shock locked his muscles in place.
Then, less than three seconds later, a dark and toxic logic slithered into the silence of his mind.
𝗥е𝖺𝖽 𝗳𝗿om yоur 𝗽𝘩one o𝘯 ѕ.𝗰𝘰m
If she was pregnant — where is the child? Why did she never tell me?
He looked at the violently snapped plastic in his hands. The physical destruction of the test felt like a statement. She hadn’t wanted it.
The shock transmuted instantly into a raging, uncontrollable inferno.
She killed my heir. She aborted my child so she could divorce me and take my money. So she could run to Crawford Love.
Cole’s hand clamped shut around the broken plastic. The sharp edges sliced into his palm. A line of dark red blood welled up and he felt nothing.
He turned his head slowly and looked down at Maria. His face was a mask of pure, demonic fury.
“When did she get pregnant?!” The sound that tore from his throat shook the glass in the windows.
Maria screamed. She scrambled backward until her spine hit the bed frame. “I don’t know, sir! I swear to God!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “I just found it under the bed p>
Cole drove a violent kick into the cleaning cart. It crashed into the wall and shattered a priceless antique vase into fragments. He ripped his phone from his pocket with hands shaking so badly he could barely unlock the screen and dialed June’s number.
It rang once. Then the cold, mechanical voice of the carrier cut in. The line was busy. She was ignoring him.
That rejection tone snapped the last fraying thread of Cole’s sanity.
He turned and sprinted from the room, charging down the grand staircase with footsteps that thundered through the house like a battering ram.
“Davis!” he bellowed.
Davis ran into the foyer, his face already drained of color. “Sir p>
Cole seized him by the lapels and physically lifted him onto his toes. His eyes were burning with a wild, psychotic fire. “Prepare the car. We are going to Apex Bio p>
“Sir, it’s rush hour — the FDR Drive is completely flooded and gridlocked,” Davis stammered. “It will take two hours p>
Cole shoved him backward.
“Then call the aviation desk!” he roared, his voice crashing off the marble walls. “I want the Agusta helicopter on the south lawn in five minutes. Do it now p>