"RUINED WITH ME!" - Alexander Laurent
Alexander Laurent is a great businessman in whole Spain. He becomes cruel when nature takes away his precious thing from him. Now, he has his eyes on Nova. He wants to destroy her with himself.
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"I DON'T...
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"What a baby?"
The door was closed, so I couldn't hear him much, but I could tell he was crying a lot. Muffled sobs echoed through the corridor, tugging at my heart.
I tried to stand up, but his hands were wrapped tightly around my waist, an unconscious plea for comfort and security even in his sleep. I turned my face to his side.
Alexander was sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, as if he was blissfully unaware of the turmoil just a few rooms away.
Carefully, I began to untangle myself from his embrace, moving inch by inch to avoid waking him. I didn't want to disturb his sleep; he looked so serene, a stark contrast to the tension that usually marked his features.
Once I was free, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the door, gently easing it open. The sound of the crying baby grew louder as I stepped into the hallway.
Descending the stairs, the cries became more insistent. In the living room, I saw a young girl, probably in her late teens. She was doing her best to soothe him, bouncing him gently and murmuring softly, but nothing seemed to work.
"May I?" I asked, coming to stand beside her. She looked up, relief washing over her face as she recognized me.
"Sure, ma'am." She said, gratefully handing the baby over to me. I carefully took him into my arms, adjusting his tiny body against my chest. He was so small, his little fists waving in the air as he cried. I started caressing his back, whispering soothing words.
"Shhhh, my baby." I said softly, rocking him gently. To my surprise, he almost immediately began to calm down. His cries turned to soft whimpers, then ceased altogether. His big, teary eyes looked up at me, and a small, tentative smile tugged at his lips.
"Good boy." I cooed, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead. He giggled, the sound like a bell ringing in the silence. I smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
I moved to the couch and sat down, settling him on my lap. He stared up at me, his tiny hands reaching for my face. I let him play with my fingers, his innocent laughter filling the room.
"Is he your baby?" I asked, glancing at the girl who had handed him to me. She shook her head.
"No, ma'am!" She replied, and I felt a flicker of confusion. Before I could voice my question, she seemed to understand my perplexity and continued.
"He is Sir's." She said simply, and my mouth fell open in shock.
"How?" I didn't even realize when the word slipped out. The girl sighed, a look of sorrow crossing her face.
"Madam Bella was eight months pregnant when she had an accident. She sacrificed her life to save her child." She explained, her voice trembling slightly. Tears welled up in my eyes as I imagined the tragedy of the situation.
