The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 16

I stare at Noah, my heart pounding so hard it’s a miracle my ribs don’t crack under the pressure.

He stares right back, unblinking, unmoving, his face pale, disbelief flickering across his eyes. Confusion clouds his features, as if he just can’t make sense of the words that came out of my mouth.

“Come again,” he says, this time quieter. His voice isn’t as hard. Just uncertain.

I draw in a shaky breath. “I’m pregnant.”

The words fall out in a whisper, so soft yet so loud between us. My gaze stays locked on him, searching for any flicker of emotion or reaction. Anything that might tell me what he’s thinking or how he’s going to react.

His confusion vanishes in an instant, replaced by something far colder. Looking into his eyes is like watching a storm rage over the sea. Dark and dangerous.

“Is this some kind of joke?” he growls. His features harden, eyes narrowing into sharp slits.

Is he being serious right now?

“Do you honestly think I’d waste my time coming here for some sick joke?” I snap, my frustration spilling over. “Do you think I’m doing this for fun? Trust me, Noah, I’d rather be anywhere but here dealing with your arrogant ass.‘

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Fear still clings to me, but beneath it, something stronger begins to stir. Maybe it’s defiance. Maybe courage. Or maybe it’s just that I’m already here, already facing him, and so far I’m still breathing.

“So, what if you are pregnant?” he sneers, his voice curling like smoke around a flame. “What the hell does that have to do with me?”

Did he really just ask that? Does he really think I’d be here if he wasn’t involved in this? Hell, I didn’t even want to come. I didn’t want him to know. If it weren’t for Lilly and the respect I have for his parents, I wouldn’t have told him anything. 1

“Are you being serious right now?”

“What are you doing here, Sierra?” he asks again, his voice tighter.

I close my eyes and ball my fists. Frustration boils in every single part of my body and I have this overwhelming need to yell at him, but I hold back. It’s obvious why I am here. Why is he finding it difficult to put together the pieces? Or maybe he just doesn’t want to.

“Haven’t we already established that? I’m here to let you know that I’m pregnant.”

He scoffs. “I still don’t see how you being pregnant has anything to do with-‘

“It has everything to do with you,” I cut him off, throwing my hands in the air. “Because the baby is yours, Noah. You knocked me up!”

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