His Merciless Redemption novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Isabella’s POV

For a few seconds after Alessia hit the floor, I couldn’t move.

The world felt distorted. Distant.

Then Dominic’s voice tore through the silence.

“Alessia!”

The panic in it snapped me back into my body.

I rushed down the stairs, nearly slipping myself. My heart was hammering so violently I could barely breathe.

Alessia lay crumpled at the bottom, crying in pain. Blood pooled beneath her, dark and spreading.

There was so much of it.

“Oh my

God…oh my

God….” I whispered.

Dominic was already on his knees beside her.

“Don’t move,” he told her urgently. “I’ve got you.”

She sobbed, clutching her stomach.

“My baby-”

The words sliced through me.

Dominic’s face went white.

“I’m taking her to the hospital,” he barked, scooping her into his arms without hesitation.

Blood stained his shirt instantly.

Caterina appeared in the hallway, gripping the doorframe.

“What happened?” she gasped.

Mateo peeked from behind her, eyes wide with confusion and fear.

My stomach twisted.

“Nonna,” Mateo whispered.

Caterina looked like she might collapse herself.

“I’ll go with you!” she said, moving forward.

“No,” I said quickly, grabbing her hands. “You stay. Please. Mateo needs you. I’ll update you the second we know anything.”

She looked torn, trembling.

“There was so much blood, Isa,” she whispered, aghast.

“I know,” I said softly, though my voice shook. “But we don’t know anything yet. Let the doctors handle it.”

Mateo tugged at my sweater. “Mama, is she going to die?”

The question shattered me.

“No,” I said immediately, kneeling down and holding his face. “No one is dying. It was just a fall. The doctors will fix it.”

I prayed I wasn’t lying.

When I rushed back outside, Dominic was already gone.

The car was gone.

For a second, something inside me cracked.

He left.

He didn’t wait, didn’t look for me.

But then reality punched through the hurt.

Time.

This wasn’t about me.

This was about blood and pain and seconds that mattered.

I ran to my car with shaking hands and drove.

By the time I reached the hospital, they had already taken Alessia inside.

Dominic stood outside the emergency room doors, pacing wildly, hands in his hair.

His shirt was still stained red.

I had never seen him like this.

He looked downright terrified.

I slowed my steps as I approached him.

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He barely glanced at me.

My chest tightened painfully.

For one horrifying second, a thought slithered into

Does he think I pushed her?

The idea made my throat close.

my

mind.

“I didn’t do anything,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Dominic froze.

I stepped closer, words tumbling out of me.

“I don’t like her. I don’t like that she’s carrying your child. I don’t like any of this. But I would never-never- hurt her. Or that baby. I’m a mother too. I would never-”

My voice broke.

The image of her falling replayed in my head again and again, her fingers slipping from mine, the sound of her body hitting the stairs.

I felt sick.

Dominic suddenly grabbed me, pulling me into his chest, pressing my body against it tightly.

The force of it startled me.

“I know,” he said roughly into my hair. “I know you didn’t.”

His arms tightened around me.

“I never thought that. Not even for a second.”

The tension in my body snapped.

I didn’t realize how much I needed him to say that until then. He didn’t blame me. He didn’t think it was my fault. But I still wished I could’ve stopped the fall somehow, maybe if I’d just leaned forward a bit more I would’ve been able to grab her before she fell. Maybe I should’ve walked ahead instead of letting her take the lead.

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Despite all those maybes, what’s done was done now. I could only hope that by some miracle, Alessia and her baby were fine.

Dominic pulled back just enough to look at me.

His eyes were wild.

“There was so much blood,” he said hoarsely. “She was in so much pain.”

I swallowed. “I know.”

He dragged a hand down his face.

“I didn’t plan for this,” he muttered. “I didn’t even know the kid was mine until a few weeks ago. But now that I

do…”

His jaw clenched.

“It’s my child.”

The weight in his voice wasn’t about pride.

It was responsibility.

Fear.

“If something happens to the baby,” he continued, voice breaking slightly, “how is she going to survive that? Losing a child…”

He didn’t finish.

He didn’t need to.

We both knew.

I remembered the way I had once clutched my own stomach in fear. The way I had protected Mateo with everything I had. The way I still did.

“Yes,” I said quietly. “Losing a child is unbearable.”

We stood there, suspended in the sterile hospital light and dread.

For the first time, I didn’t feel jealous.

I felt terrified.

Terrified that this fall would change everything.

Terrified that no matter what happened, someone would be broken by the end of it.

Dominic began pacing again.

Every few seconds he glanced at the double doors.

I watched him, watched the way his shoulders were tight, the way he kept clenching and unclenching his fists.

He loved Mateo fiercely.

And whether planned or not, he already cared about this baby too.

That realization hurt and softened me all at once.

Minutes dragged like hours.

The doors finally opened.

A doctor stepped out, removing his gloves.

“Who is the father of the child?” he asked.

Dominic stepped forward immediately.

“I am.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

The doctor looked at him gravely.

“Come with me.”

Dominic glanced back at me once.

There was fear there, raw and unguarded.

Then he disappeared through the doors.

And I was left standing in the hallway, waiting for news that could make or break everything.

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