Page 191 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Amai had put his hands on me in a way he never had before.

I’d pushed him. I’d threatened what was his. And he’d responded the only way a man like Amai knew how.

With violence.

I walked back to Syx’s room on shaking legs. Glad he didn’t hear any of that and tried to intervene.

He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

“You good?” he asked without looking up.

“No.” My voice was hoarse. “But I will be.”

He finally looked at me, his eyes taking in the marks on my throat, the tears on my face.

“He hurt you.”

“He warned me.” I touched my throat gently. “I didn’t listen.”

Syx stood and crossed to me, his hands gentle as he tilted my chin up to examine the bruises.

“This is fucked up, Yaya.”

“I know.”

“You can’t stay here.”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go.” I pulled away from him, wrapping my arms around myself. “My father would just send me back. He needs this alliance. He needs me married to Amai.”

“Even if Amai kills you?”

I didn’t answer.

Because the truth was, I didn’t know.

I didn’t know if my father would choose me over the alliance. I didn’t know if Winston would intervene. I didn’t know if Amai would actually follow through on the threat in his eyes.

All I knew was that everything was changing.

The ground was shifting beneath my feet, and I had no idea where I was going to land.

“Come here,” Syx said softly, pulling me into his arms.

I let him hold me, let myself sink into the warmth of his body, the solidness of his presence.

“We’ll figure it out,” he murmured against my hair. “We’ll figure something out.”

But even as he said it, I knew the truth.

There was nothing to figure out.

Amai was leaving.

Priest was missing.

The family was fracturing.

And I was standing in the middle of it all, watching everything I’d built crumble to dust.