The CEO's Regret: You made me your lie, I become your Loss-Chapter 120: The Horrified Realization

Her patience snapped just as quickly. "She refused to go," she continued, pacing now herself. "And I can’t force her. Besides, you said you just needed one of her eggs. I helped you get what you wanted."

Her voice hardened. "So what about the will? When are you going to have it changed? I want half of everything." There it was. Her priority. Clear. Blunt.

On the other end, Sebastian exhaled slowly, but there was nothing calm about it. "You listen to me," he said, his voice cold, cutting through her words like a blade. "This isn’t finished until I say it is."

Amira froze. "I give the orders," he continued, each word deliberate, controlled. "And you will do as I say." Her grip tightened around the phone, anger flashing in her eyes.

"Keep trying to convince Amara to see a doctor," he added. "And tell me immediately if there’s any news. Anything at all."

Before she could respond...The line went dead. Amira stared at her phone. Fury building. Slow. Hot. "How dare he..." she muttered under her breath.

She lowered the phone, her chest rising and falling as frustration clawed at her. This wasn’t what she agreed to. This wasn’t the plan. And now... It felt like she was losing control of everything.

—

Things with Leo had already begun to shift. Since the foundation project wasn’t approved by Amara, he had grown quieter, harder to reach. The warmth that once came so easily between them now felt strained, uncertain.

Unstable. Amira felt it. Every missed call. Every short reply. Every moment, he didn’t choose her the way he used to. "I can’t lose him," she whispered, her voice tight. Her fingers curled slowly. Half of the inheritance. That was her anchor. Her security. Her leverage.

Without it. She had nothing. And Amira had already come too far to walk away empty-handed. Her gaze hardened. If persuasion didn’t work... Then she would find another way. Because losing everything? Was not an option.

Two weeks later

Amara, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing out there, decided to follow her heart. She didn’t head to the Pedro Corporation; instead, she drove to the Vale Corporation.

She bypassed the secretaries with a playful wink, walking straight into Julian’s private suite. He was mid-sentence in a high-stakes call with London, his brow furrowed in concentration. When he saw her standing there wearing the deep emerald dress he loved and a smile that promised trouble, he hung up without a word of explanation to the directors.

"I thought you were at the Foundation today," Julian murmured, walking toward her and locking the heavy oak doors. "I came for this," she said, throwing her arms around him.

The late afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the mahogany desk into an altar of warm gold. Julian didn’t just touch her; he reclaimed her. His hands were heavy and sure, sliding up the silk of her dress until his calloused palms met the velvet heat of her inner thighs.

Amara gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled her to the very edge of the desk. There was no haste, only a devastating, slow-burning intent. He pressed her back against the wood, his gaze never leaving hers dark, hungry, and filled with a raw possessiveness that made her breath stutter.

"Tell me this is real," he rasped, his voice a low vibration against her lips. "Tell me you aren’t going anywhere."

When he finally merged their bodies, it wasn’t a tentative start but a deep, rhythmic grounding. It was thick with the tension of two people who had nearly lost everything. Amara arched her back, her skin flushed amber in the fading light, every slide of his skin against hers feeling like a silent vow.

The office, once a place of cold business, was now stifling with their shared heat. He moved with a deliberate, punishing slowness that drew a low, broken moan from her throat. It wasn’t just desire; it was an exorcism of their past. In the quiet, golden haze of the office, Julian and Amara moved like they had finally found their rhythm again—like every touch, every breath, was rewriting something that had once been broken.

By the time they settled onto the sofa, both of them were breathless, the quiet hum of the room wrapping around them as the world outside faded into nothing. Amara rested against him, her head tucked perfectly beneath his chin, her fingers lazily tracing patterns against his chest as she tried to catch her breath.

Julian pressed a soft kiss to her hair, lingering there.

"I have a feeling," he murmured, his voice still rough, edged with a teasing warmth, "this... very convincing surprise might have something to do with a baby."

Amara let out a soft laugh, the sound light, genuine.

"But I really like the spontaneous visit," he added, a grin slipping into his tone. "And the enthusiasm."

She shifted slightly to look up at him, her eyes warm, her lips curving into a soft smile.

"I just missed my husband," she said gently. "Am I not allowed?"

Julian’s expression softened instantly. "Allowed?" he repeated, his hand coming up to brush her cheek. "I might start demanding it."

She laughed again, quieter this time, her body relaxing fully against his. For a moment, neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to.

Amara closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the safety of his arms, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her grounding her in a way nothing else could.

There was still a faint warmth in her abdomen, subtle, unfamiliar, but she barely paid attention to it. Not now.Not when everything finally felt right again. Right here, in this moment. She was simply happy.

And for now... That was enough.

—

The air in the dimly lit corner of the underground parking lot was cold, the concrete walls echoing with the frantic rhythm of Sebastian’s pacing. Amira stood by her car, her designer coat pulled tight around her as if to shield herself from the darkness radiating off the man in front of her.

"I thought the plan was just the eggs, Sebastian!" Amira hissed, her voice trembling. "You said you just wanted a biological tie, something for the future. Now you’re obsessing over her refusing the doctor. Why does the ’review’ matter so much if it was just a retrieval?"

Sebastian stopped, turning to her with eyes that looked sunken and manic. The "refined" businessman was gone; only the obsessed predator remained.

"Because I didn’t just take something from her, Amira," Sebastian whispered, leaning into her space. "I gave her something. I inseminated my sperm into her during that procedure. She is going to have my baby. If it fails, if her body rejects it, we have to do it again. I need to know now if there is any chance she is already pregnant."

Amira recoiled, her hand flying to her mouth. "You... you did what? That’s insane, Sebastian. That’s not what we agreed on! You’ve trapped her!"

"You’ve done crazier things than I have to get what you want, so shut up," Sebastian snapped, his voice a low growl. "You wanted the Pedro fortune; I want the Pedro bloodline. Now, tell me. Has she been intimate with Julian? If she’s sleeping with him, the timeline gets messy. I won’t have his DNA interfering with my heir."

"I don’t know!" Amira cried. "I’m not in their bedroom! They’ve been closer lately, yes, but I can’t exactly ask her for a play-by-play!"

"Then find out," Sebastian commanded, shoving a small, plastic-wrapped kit into her hand. "Come up with an excuse. A sisterly ’wellness check.’ A ’gift’ of a new health tracker. I don’t care. Confirm if she is pregnant. If she is, we have to ensure Julian thinks it’s his until I’m ready to claim them both."