Chapter_97
Chapter 97
“Ahhh!” Alana shrieked, her hands clutched to her ears in a desperate attempt to block out the truth.
She finally understood why Abel had never admitted to being with her. Abel was telling the truth!
He had stopped himself just in time, and it was Cristopher who had taken advantage of her.
The sensations she had felt that night—those waves of pleasure—had not been from Abel. They were from Cristopher.
“Ahhh!” Alana screamed again, her face drained of color. Her forehead was slick with cold sweat. The truth had hit her like a ton of bricks, and she was struggling to process it.
This wasn’t the first time she had been with Cristopher, but now, facing this painful realization, she couldn’t even look him in the eye. It was far worse than anything she had imagined when she insisted the child in her womb was Abel’s.
The child wasn’t Abel’s. It could only be Mr. X’s or Cristopher’s.
Abel had wanted her to carry the child so that he could prove once and for all it wasn’t his. Meanwhile, her reputation would be destroyed. If the truth came out, she would become the most despised woman in Struyria.
What do I do? Her thoughts churned. Abel, you’re so cruel…
“Ahhh!” She shrieked again, her voice tinged with panic. Her body was trembling as she collapsed onto the floor, soaked in sweat. The enormity of her situation overwhelmed her.
Cristopher, unaware of her inner turmoil, placed a comforting hand on her waist. “Alana, are you thinking of ditching me after all of this? After using me?”
“I don’t have time to play games with you!” Alana snapped, her voice harsh with fear. “I’m in serious trouble. You might be too!”
Cristopher furrowed his brow in confusion. “What do you mean? What kind of trouble?”
Alana’s eyes were wild as she spoke, her voice shaking with dread. “I know now that Abel didn’t touch me that night. The baby in my womb is yours. But I told Abel it was his. He’s waiting for me to give birth so he can prove it’s not his! What will I do?”
Cristopher’s face paled, and he staggered back, as if struck by a sudden realization. “If the baby is mine, I’m dead.”
Alana’s voice grew desperate. “We can’t keep the baby, Cristopher. I’ll have to get rid of it. But that won’t solve everything. How would anyone know Abel didn’t touch me? We need to cover our tracks.”
She sank to her knees, her hands clutching his desperately. “Please, Cris, I need you to do me a favor. A big one.”
“I’m already in trouble! What do you want from me?” Cristopher sounded more frustrated than ever.
Alana locked her gaze with his, her eyes pleading. “We’re both in this together. You can take the fall for me. If you do that, I’ll make sure I save you later. We’ll figure this out.”
Cristopher hesitated, looking uncertain.
“If Abel comes after you,” Alana continued, her voice softening, “tell him you violated me, that I didn’t know what happened—that I’m just a victim in all of this.”
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “After this blows over, I’ll be all yours. You can do whatever you want with me.”
Seeing Cristopher still wavering, Alana kissed him softly on the mouth, her desperation evident.
“Alright then.” The desire in Cristopher’s eyes overcame any rational hesitation. He nodded, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. “I’ll do it.”
Alana wasted no time. “I don’t have a moment to lose. I need to talk to my aunt for help.”
Shoving him away, she quickly got dressed, her movements frantic as she rushed to leave the house.
Half an hour later, Alana arrived at the Louise family residence. Alondra was in the middle of her nightly beauty routine, relaxing in the bath and applying a face mask.
Alana burst into the room, collapsing into Alondra’s lap in a heap of panic. “I’m in big trouble, Auntie! You have to save me!”
Alondra ripped the mask off her face, her expression immediately turning serious. “What’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
Sobbing, Alana recounted the whole ordeal—how she’d discovered the truth about the baby’s father, and how Abel had never touched her that night.
Alondra locked the door, her expression growing darker with each word. “Did Cristopher really say that? That it was him?”
“Yes!” Alana nodded through her tears. “It matches everything Abel said. I guess it’s true, I was with Cristopher, not Abel.”
“No wonder Abel is so certain the baby isn’t his.” Alondra’s face fell, her voice tinged with disbelief. “I thought maybe he couldn’t admit it, but now… it looks like everything we did was for nothing!”
The weight of their failure hung heavy in the room as both women realized just how dire Alana’s situation had become.
