Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Trapped Truths

Jannah stared down at the small test kit resting in her palm, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The diamond on her ring finger caught the morning light, a blinding reminder of how fast her world was spinning out of control.

"I’m not doing this," Jannah blurted out, her voice breaking as she shoved the test kit back toward his chest. "I’m not ready for this, Dorrent. I can’t be."

Dorrent didn’t take it back. He closed his large fingers over hers, trapping the kit between their hands. "I’m right here with you, little physician," he said, his baritone dropping into a low, steady murmur. "I would have carried you for a full blood panel hours ago, but with Beron’s remaining rats still hiding in the shadows outside, it isn’t safe for you out there. This is the only way for now."

"You don’t understand!" Jannah cried out, tearing her hand from his grip and taking a frantic step backward. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring his sharp features. "I can’t handle this! Becoming a mother was never part of my plan. Ever! After everything that happened, after losing my parents, I’ve spent my entire life believing I was cursed. How can I bring a child into this dark, bloody world?"

Dorrent stepped forward instantly, closing the distance between them. He reached out and caught her face firmly between his broad palms, forcing her to look up into his fierce silver eyes.

"Listen to me very carefully, Jannah," Dorrent commanded, his voice dripping with absolute authority and unyielding warmth. "There is no such thing as a curse on you. Do you hear me? Not one damn thing. Being a mother to our child will be the best thing you will ever do, and you will be extraordinary at it. You think you’re alone in this? I am going to be standing right beside you through every single second of it. Every late night, every terrifying moment, every ache—I will carry it for you. You have my name, my fortune, my protection, and my entire life guarding you. Nothing in this world will touch you or this baby." He leaned down, his forehead pressing against hers, his breath hot on her lips. "I spent years living in hell, Jannah. Let me build a life with you. Give me this chance to be the man you and this child deserve."

Jannah’s breath hitched, her chest heaving as his intense words tore through her defenses. She swallowed down the lump in her throat, taking a deep, shaky breath before pulling her face away from his touch. She gripped the test firmly and turned toward the adjoining bathroom.

"I can do it for you," Dorrent offered smoothly, stepping after her with a dark, wicked glint in his eyes.

Jannah whirled around at the doorway, her face flushing crimson as she glared at him. "Ain’t no way in hell I’m letting you do it! Your perverted mind will only make things ten times worse!"

She slammed the bathroom door right in his face and turned the deadbolt with a sharp click.

Silence fell over the bedroom for ten agonizing minutes. Inside the bathroom, the quiet sound of running water echoed faintly before stepping back into stillness.

When the deadbolt finally slid back, Jannah stepped out into the bedroom. Her face was strangely pale, her lips pressed into a tight, hard line. She held the test strip flat in her palm, keeping it hidden from view as she walked up to where Dorrent stood waiting near the edge of the bed.

"Are you completely sure you’re ready for whatever you’re about to see on this?" Jannah asked, her voice dangerously quiet, her dark eyes searching his face.

"Of course I am," Dorrent answered without a single second of hesitation, his eyes burning with quiet anticipation.

Jannah held her breath and handed the plastic strip over to him.

Dorrent took it instantly, his eyes snapping down to the small rectangular window.

He froze.

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