The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

The incident will blow up, and tomorrow’s gossip columns and headlines will be screaming about the arrest of Wood Corp’s heir. My name would be dragged in there.

People will start asking questions, and we can all agree that I do not want any of our family finding out about this.

“I’ll handle it,” I mutter, hanging up before she could say more.

Cursing under my breath, I shove off the covers and stomp to the door. My anger burns hot, cutting through my exhaustion and it blazes hotter with every step I take.

I wrench it open and glare at him.

Noah stands there, shoulders rigid. Chest heaving and eyes wild. His fists are tight at his sides and he looks like barely contained violence, like every muscle in his body is begging to lash out.

The target? Me.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” My voice shakes through the hallway, sharp and unafraid.

“You turned your phone off,” he barks, stepping closer. “You think you can ignore me?”

“I can and I did,” I spit. “You don’t get to demand anything from me, Noah.”

His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. “You think you’re clever? Running your mouth to my mother? Telling her about the pregnancy? What exactly did you say to her?”

Huh. So he thinks I’m the one that told Aunt Ava? Why does he always assume the worst in me? What even gave him the impression that I’m the one who told her? Or is he just looking for someone to blame?

My chest constricts. “So that’s what this is about. You wake me up in the middle of the night and disturb my neighbors just to accuse me of something I didn’t do?”

“Don’t lie to me, Sierra.” His voice drops, cold and dangerous. “You’ve always wanted an in. Always wanted to tie yourself to me. Now you think this baby is your golden opportunity.”

I stare at him. For a moment words fail me. I don’t know why or what gave him the impression that I’d force myself on him. I loved him, but I’m also not foolish. I would never tie myself to a man that hates me. I’d rather die than accept such a fate.

The words stab deep, slicing me wide open, but I refuse to let him see it.

Straightening my back, I lift my chin. “You think too highly of yourself, Noah. Not everything in my life revolves around you.”

“Don’t play innocent.” He steps closer, towering over me, rage radiating from him.

“Screw you, Noah.”

His glare sharpens; his voice is filled with so much venom. “You’re going to get rid of it. One way or another.”

The floor tilts under me and my hands shake. Those fucking words again. I’m so tired of hearing them because

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every time he says them, it makes me think of committing murder.

My blood boils and my nails dig into my palm just to stop myself from clawing out his filthy mouth. “Get rid of it? That’s your grand solution? You think you can pretend nothing happened between us? That it’ll erase your guilt? You think I don’t know why you want my baby gone so badly?”

I’ve been thinking about it and I finally figured things out. This isn’t just about Noah’s hate for me; this is also about his loyalty to Chloe.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he sneers, but I see it in his eyes. His panic, his guilt.

“This is about Chloe and we both know it,” I say through gritted teeth. “If only you knew the kind of woman you were married to.” 1

He moves fast, and before I know it, he has my shoulders in a punishing grip. “Don’t you fucking talk about my wife like that.”

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