Pregnant for my sister fiance's

Amelia sat in the hospital waiting area. She had come alone, quietly, not wanting anyone to notice. She had already heard the truth once, but part of her prayed it had been a mistake. Maybe the doctor had been wrong. Maybe she wasn't pregnant after all. But deep down, she knew. The constant nausea, the heaviness in her body, the sleepless nights-it was all real. Six weeks pregnant. The words kept echoing in her head. When the nurse called her name, she rose slowly, and followed into the consultation room. The doctor greeted her kindly, flipping through her file, asking questions about her symptoms. Amelia tried to answer, but her mind was clouded with fear. She pressed a hand to her stomach as if she could somehow hide the secret growing inside her. Then the door opened. The room seemed to freeze. Amelia turned her head, and her heart stopped. Adrian Knight stepped inside. dressed in a sharp black suit that looked like it cost more than the hospital itself. His presence filled the room. The doctor immediately rose to his feet, startled, and the nurse lowered her eyes as if afraid to meet his gaze. "Mr. Knight," the doctor greeted nervously. Adrian didn't even glance at him. His eyes were locked on Amelia. His gaze was heavy, suffocating, as though he could see every secret she tried to hide. "Adrian..." she whispered, her voice trembling. He didn't answer her. He simply moved forward and took the chair beside her. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous. "Run a pregnancy test," he ordered coldly. The doctor blinked. "Sir?" "I said, run a test." Amelia shot to her feet. "No!" Her voice cracked as panic filled her chest. "Adrian, you can't do this!" His eyes snapped to hers, hard as steel. His voice was calm, but there was no mercy in it. "Sit down." Her knees weakened under the weight of his authority. The doctor cleared his throat, hesitating. "Sir, I-" 'He looked at him with a calculating gaze, his expression unreadable.. "You work in my city. In my hospital. Do what I said, or by tomorrow you will not have a job." The doctor plead and nodded quickly. "Yes, Mr. Knight." Amelia's stomach twisted. "Please," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "Adrian, don't do this." He leaned back in the chair, calm and unmoved. "If you have nothing to hide, then you have nothing to fear." The test was done. Amelia sat frozen, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her fingers digging into her dress. Each passing moment made her anxiety worse. Adrian sat silently beside her, his powerful presence filling every inch of space. He didn't look away from her once, watching her closely. Minutes later, the doctor returned. He held a paper in his hand, his face uneasy. Without a word, he handed it to Adrian. Adrian unfolded it slowly. He read it. The silence was crushing. Then, at last, he looked up. "Six weeks gone," he said, his voice low and sharp. His eyes pierced hers, cold and knowing. "Pregnant... with my child?" Amelia's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I..." Her throat closed. She shook her head weakly, but no words came. Adrian folded the paper with slow precision and slid it into the pocket of his suit. Then he rose to his full height, towering over her. "Follow me." "Adrian, please-" "Now." His voice was soft, but it carried the weight of command. Her legs shook as she stood. She wanted to run, but his gaze told her there was nowhere in the world she could hide. Outside, a sleek black car waited. The driver opened the door without a word. Adrian gestured, and Amelia climbed in. She sank into the leather seat, her body trembling. The door shut, locking her inside with him. The drive was silent. His silence was worse than shouting. It was as if he was deciding her fate in his head. Amelia pressed her hand against her stomach, her breath shallow. She wanted to speak, to beg him to leave her alone, but her lips refused to move. When the car finally stopped, she looked up and felt her chest tighten. His mansion. A towering fortress of glass and stone, cold and intimidating. "Inside," Adrian ordered. She hesitated for only a moment before obeying. The driver opened the grand doors, and Amelia stepped into the dark, luxurious space. Expensive art lined the walls, the marble floors gleamed, and everything smelled of power and wealth. But to Amelia, it felt like a cage. Adrian led her into his private study, a large room with shelves of books, a heavy desk, and tall windows that overlooked the city. He closed the door behind them with a sharp thud that echoed through the room. Then he turned. "Now talk." His voice was calm, but his eyes burned with fire. "What were you planning on doing with my child?" Amelia swallowed hard, her lips trembling. "Nothing, Adrian." "Nothing?" His laugh was cold, without humor. He stepped closer, each movement slow and dangerous. "You sneak around, hiding doctor visits, acting guilty-and you call that nothing? What are you up to?" Her chest heaved. Tears blurred her vision. Finally, the words burst out of her. "I'm... I'm aborting it!" The silence that followed was deafening. Adrian's expression darkened instantly. His hand slammed against the wall beside her, making her jump. He leaned in close, trapping her in his shadow. "What did you say?" His voice was low. Amelia's tears spilled. "I can't do this, Adrian! I can't destroy Serena's life! I can't carry this child-it's wrong!" His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with fury. He leaned so close she could feel his breath. "You think you have a choice?" he snapped. "You think you can erase my blood from this world? Over my dead body." Her sobs broke through. "It's not just about you! It's my life too!" Adrian's hand shot out and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. His hold was strong, unyielding. "From the moment you let me touch you, your life stopped belonging to you. That child is mine. And I will never allow you to kill it." His voice was cold, merciless, final. Amelia's body shook with fear. She pressed her hand protectively over her stomach, realizing the truth. Adrian wasn't just Serena's fiancé. He wasn't just a billionaire. He was a man who always got what he wanted, no matter who he had to destroy. And now he wanted her. And the child inside her. Amelia's tears fell harder as she stared at him, trapped. Her secret was no longer hers. Adrian had claimed it, just as he had claimed her fate.