Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 51

Blake told me he knew my whereabouts, and I guess it is because of Sam. He planted Sam in my life so he could keep his eyes on me all the time.

I giggled, thinking how they all fooled me, and Nathan looked at me with a worried expression on his face while we were both standing and waiting for the lift.

I kept thinking about eluding myself.

Nathan started walking out, holding my hand, when he noticed I was a bit better, but I was anything but better.

Halting my steps, I look down while Nathan looks back at my standing figure.

"What happened? Let us go; we are going to Australia right now," Nathan said while gritting his teeth.

"I need to be alone for some time, Nathan.' I said this while still looking at the floor.

"I will never, ever leave you alone. You get that?" He said this while holding my arm angrily.

"This is my war, and I have to fight alone." I said it sternly.

"This is our war, and we will fight together." He held my elbow.

I know Nathan can be stubborn if he wants, but right now I need to be alone, and he needs to understand that.

I look up and look into his eyes. My teary eyes connected to his fierce eyes, but they got softer the moment he looked into mine.

"Please?" I said it in a pleading tone.

Ok, but promise me you will pick up my phone." He said this while holding my palms in his.

I nodded in agreement, and with no word, I started walking, and I knew he was still standing there looking at my discarding figure.

I walk and walk. I do not know where, but I stopped and looked around the busy streets of New York. Where few are walking and running to work, few are clicking pictures with their partner, few are looking for visitors, and few are here for shopping. I look around and see all the happy and busy faces.

And me? Well, again, I am standing like a stupid person, thinking the world is with me, but reality hit me when the truth rubbed on my face, saying I am still and will be lonely.

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I took two steps back while looking at them all, shocked, and my breath got stuck in my lungs.

I held the light pole near me to keep myself from falling, and tears streamed down from my eyes.

I again padded toward where my feet took me. My mind has shut down, as have my heart and body. My blurry vision is not giving me an idea of anything my heart knows the way to.

For the first time, I feel numb.

I am feeling a pain that I have never felt before. Not even when the last person I called mine, My grandmother, passed away, leaving me alone in this world to fight.

It feels like so many bullets have pierced my hearing, and now I am bleeding. I am bleeding so badly, and my blood is coming out of my body in the form of tears.

‘What have I done with people? Why does everyone want to take advantage of me?' I thought of walking on a windy street.

I know why he wants an heir: so he can take complete charge of the property my grandpa left for me.

But he could have asked me. I would have given him a happy reason to do this drama of love and care, attachment, and all.

And now he wants my innocent child to be in his scene too?

I think people are too practical, and that is true. I am too emotional for my own good, but what they do not know is that it is not for good; it is for bad.

My feet took me to my grandmother, and I sat there while cleaning the dry leaf, which I cleared only yesterday.

The smiling flowers have a sadness about their dryness, just like my heart.

Sadness of dying.

Just like I am dying.

"Do you remember Granny? I told you yesterday how happy I am." I said this while sitting on the ground, putting my head on her tomb, and closing my eyes.