The Billionaire's Baby

58| Delilah

"Amore..."

I feel his hand wrap around my arm, jerking me forward as I try to fight back. He doesn't even look back, he walks on, saying nothing, doing nothing. Nothing else but dragging me behind him.

"N-no...l-let me go—ah-" The more I try to fight back, the tighter his grip gets around my arm and I can feel the bruises forming from his fingers.

"Amore,"

"I'm sorry—please..." I try to reason with him. But he doesn't let me go. And I know this is going to be the end. I'll never see the children again...

I'll never see Vante again—

"Delilah, wake up!" I'm jolted awake, sitting up sharply as I draw in short, laboured breaths.

My chest feels so tight, like there's no air going into my system no matter how much I breathe. I try to breathe in more and more but my eyes go wide as I feel myself start to panic.

As coughs begin to crawl their way out of me, Vante pulls me closer to him with a hand around my head and another caressing my back.

"Shh, it's alright, amore..." he whispers, running his fingers through my messed up hair. I bury my face into his chest and instead focus on the feeling of him gently raking his fingers through my hair.

"I-I'm sorry..." I stutter out through a little sniffle into his chest. I can feel my tears sinking into the fabric of his shirt as they trail down my cheeks. "I'm so...sorry..."

Vante hums in disagreement with his chin resting atop my head. "You have nothing to apologise for, amore. Absolutely nothing—"

"B-but the car...I didn't—" I'm cut off by more of my sniffles. "I didn't make sure—the children—he was there and—it's all my...fault..."

Vante squeezes me just a bit tighter. I feel his body tense up before he relaxes while he takes in a deep breath.

"Vante...you're tired," I state as I try to pull away from his embrace even though I want it so much.

He lets me go, but just for a second as I wipe the tears off my cheeks.

As soon as I'm finished, I'm pulled back into his embrace once again and this time, he squeezes me even tighter than before.

"V-Vante—"

"I don't care." He stops me from interjecting. "I don't care if I'm tired, or if I'm injured. No matter what happens to me, I am always going to be there for you, Delilah. And you're not the one to blame, for what happened. It's..."

Not even I can think of his name. I don't want to. Just the thought of his gaze gives me an anxiety attack.

He's a dangerous man, capable of way too many things. Things I probably can't even comprehend.

Things I would not even want to know of.

And the worst part is...

I don't even think Vante will be able to protect both of us from him. Including the babies.

And I think he knows it too.

It's like our world is slowly falling apart as we get closer to each other. After each speed bump we hit, a new one decides to show up and almost kill—

Us...

Tearing us apart from each other. Pulling us so far apart that Vante and I lose sight of each other. Of our future.

And I struggle to think of what is actually going to happen versus what I want to happen.

But I don't think what either of us want is ever going come true. At this rate, I might as well die before the children have their first birthday.