Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189: "Something he’d applaud you for"

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Nine

She swallowed, words caught somewhere between disbelief, fear, and something she couldn’t name. "Pregnant?" she whispered, almost to herself.

"Yes," he said, voice low and raw.

"You’re lying," she spat, voice trembling despite herself. "You want me to withdraw. You want me stop."

"No," he said firmly, stepping closer, the chaos around them irrelevant. "You’re carrying my child."

Asli looked around then, as if it finally dawned on her that they were not alone. They were still fighting and shooting their guns around them.

Pregnant.

That test, she had seen its result. She wasn’t pregnant. She knew she checked it once but was that not enough? How had it even changed? Most importantly, when had it changed?

What did that mean for her?

For him?

For them?

Her father’s face flashed through her mind, sharp and condemning, followed by a hundred consequences she did not yet have names for. But beneath all of it, one truth settled, heavy and unavoidable: the child was innocent. He or she didn’t choose to have parents like them.

It would be hers and though she didn’t get the choice to choose what she wanted to be, she would give the child a choice. A real one. The way she had tried, however imperfectly, with Matilda. In her own broken way, she would do better than what she had been given.

Her thoughts were racing, colliding, and tearing at each other.

She lifted her eyes to meet Ahmet looking down at her, his gaze steady, and unreadable for a breath too long.

Then she saw the smile. There was no triumph there, no edge of victory, none of the sharpness she had braced herself for.

He was just... smiling because he was happy.

That alone unsettled her more than the chaos around her.

"We’re keeping the baby," he said quickly, like he was afraid she would say something else first. He wasn’t calculating consequences. He wasn’t weighing losses. He was already somewhere else, some future that existed only in his head.

Her brows drew together. A sharp frown cut across her face. What did he mean?

Keeping?

Had she said she wouldn’t?

Did he think that little of her? That she would erase something living just because it complicated things?

Well... maybe. But she wasn’t that much of a monster. She could never kill her own child. Or any child.

Her silence must have read louder than words.

As if sensing it, he rushed on, his voice low but intense. "I know you are scared of your father. Let him burn in hell for all I care. Fine, if he is the problem, we can leave. We will elope. Just disappear without a trace. You’ll choose the house, the designs, and decorate it however you want. I’ll handle the overseas businesses. Markus can run things here..."

Fear rose fast and sharp, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Not because he was wrong. But because he sounded so certain.

He had a plan. A neat one. A future where everything inconvenient was swept aside, and she was slotted neatly into it, choosing designs, decorating walls, existing safely inside his vision.

She didn’t let him finish.

Her jaw tightened. No. She wasn’t here to step into someone else’s perfect world.

Asli stepped in and drove her elbow hard into his ribs.

Ahmet sucked in a sharp breath, body jolting as he staggered half a step back, more shocked than hurt.

"I’m not doing that," she said flatly, eyes blazing up at him.

This wasn’t a dream. And she was not something to be moved around inside it.

"Yeah, clearly I can see you are not happy about my plan. Do you have a better one?" he spoke but before any of them could speak, Demir was rushing to their sides.

Took him long enough, she thought.

Demir lunged from the edge of the chaos, gun snapping up, his eyes locked on Ahmet with raw, desperate intent.

He didn’t get the shot off.

Ahmet’s men were already on him.

Two of them slammed into Demir from either side, knocking his arm wide, the gun skidding across the ground. Another hit him from behind, wrenching his arms back hard enough to draw a sharp grunt from his throat.

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