Page 169 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

“No, it’s not.” His voice was hard now, unyielding. “Lying is telling you something false. Withholding is keeping you safe from things you’re not ready to handle.”

“And who decides what I’m ready to handle?” I shot back. “You? You think you get to make that call?”

“Yes,” Amai said, and the certainty in his voice was chilling. “Because I’m the one who knows what’s at stake. I’m the one who knows what my family is capable of. I’m the one who knows what Kaisen will do to get what he wants.”

“And what does he want?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You,” Amai said simply. “He wants you. Not because he loves you. Not because he cares about you. But because you’re mine. And he’s spent his entire life trying to take what’s mine.”

The words hung in the air between us, heavy and suffocating.

Raven’s gun was still raised, her finger resting near the trigger. “Truth, we need to go inside. Now.”

But I couldn’t move. I was frozen, caught between the man I’d just left and the sister trying to protect me.

“Truth,” Amai said, his voice softer now. “I’m not asking you to trust me blindly. I’m asking you to think. Really think. About how Kaisen found you. About how he knew exactly what to say. About how convenient it was that he showed up right when you needed someone.”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell him he was wrong.

But I couldn’t.

Because the more I thought about it, the more the pieces started to fit together.

Kaisen had been at the clinic. He’d known about the baby. He’d known about Amai.

And he’d pursued me anyway.

“I need time,” I finally said, my voice breaking. “I need time to figure this out.”

“You don’t have time,” Amai said, his voice hard again. “Kaisen is already making his move. And if you’re not with me, you’re vulnerable.”

“She’s not vulnerable,” Raven snapped. “She’s with her family. And we’ll protect her.”

Amai’s eyes flicked to Raven, and for the first time, I saw something dangerous flash across his face. “You can’t protect her from what’s coming.”

“Watch me,” Raven said, her voice steady.

Amai looked at me one last time, his expression unreadable. “When Kaisen shows up—and he will—remember what I told you. Remember that he knew. Remember that he chose to pursue you anyway. And ask yourself why.”

Then he turned and walked back to his car.

I watched him go, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing.

He didn’t beg. He didn’t plead. He didn’t try to force me.

He just laid out the truth—or his version of it—and left me to decide.

The Mercedes pulled away, and Raven finally lowered the gun.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice tight.

I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure if it was true.

Because Amai’s words were still echoing in my head.

Kaisen was at the clinic. He knew. He pursued you anyway.

And if that was true—if Kaisen had known all along—then everything I thought I knew about him was a lie.