Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 18: Chapter 18
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Quinn's breath was heavy, like a wild animal on the verge of losing control, his rage rolling off him in waves.
He looked at me like I was prey, and every instinct in my body screamed that something was terribly wrong.
"Quinn, you—" I started to speak, but he didn't let me finish.
Before I could process what was happening, his hands locked onto my shoulder, pinning me in place. In one brutal move, he tore open the buttons on my blouse, and his lips were on mine in an instant—crushing, demanding, suffocating.
His tongue pushed past my lips with an intensity that left me gasping for air.
I could barely think, the lack of oxygen making my head spin. My heart pounded, my breaths shallow, and I fought to push him away. Desperation kicked in, and I bit down hard on his lower lip.
He froze, caught off guard by the pain, just enough time for me to shove him back. I gasped for air, clutching the blanket to my chest as tears threatened to spill.
"Let go of me!" I snapped, my voice breaking as all the frustration and anger I'd been holding in came crashing down.
Quinn's lips curled into a sneer, the blood on his lip only making him look more dangerous.
But he didn't seem to care. "That's it? The main act hasn't even started yet," he taunted, his grip on my wrist tightening as he yanked me toward the edge of the bed.
His voice dropped to a low growl, cold and menacing. "If you're done with the drama, get dressed and tell Grandfather to release her."
"Release who?" I blinked, my mind scrambling to catch up. And then it hit me—only one person could make Quinn lose his cool like this.
"Are you telling me Alex has Diana locked up?" I blurted, the fog in my brain clearing in an instant.
Elijah's call to Alex must have been the trigger—the final push that had given Alex the excuse he needed to take action against Diana.
"Don't play dumb, Natalia," Quinn snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your little games don't work on me."
His eyes drilled into mine, cold and unforgiving. He was convinced I was behind all this, and no amount of explaining would change his mind. Any attempt at reasoning was pointless.
"Fine," I said, my voice laced with bitterness as I slid off the bed. "Give me a minute to change."
Minutes later, I was in the passenger seat of Quinn's car, gripping the edge of the seat as he slammed the pedal to the floor. The city lights streaked by in a blur, the engine's roar filling the air.
Quinn's face was a mask of tension, his knuckles bone-white around the steering wheel. I couldn't help but steal a glance at him, my chest tightening at the sight of his obvious worry—for her.
I swallowed the bitterness creeping up my throat and turned to stare out the window, watching the shadows of trees flash past. "How much do you hate me?" I asked, trying to sound casual, though the question felt like a weight in my chest.
Once, I had torn him and Diana apart. I had forced him into this marriage. And now, I regretted it. I didn't care if he loved me or not anymore. But I couldn't bear the thought of him hating me.
His voice was ice, each word cutting through the air like a blade. "You better pray Diana's alright. If anything happens to her, I'll make you pay."
A dry laugh slipped out of me, bitter and hollow. Pay... Hadn't I already paid enough? From the moment I met Quinn, I knew I'd never love another man. That love had already cost me everything.
As night settled in, I couldn't help but stare at Quinn's stern, chiseled profile reflected in the window. The streetlights cast shadows on his furrowed brow and the sharp angles of his face.
The tears I'd been holding back for so long finally broke free, sliding down my cheeks in silence.
I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hand, hoping he didn't notice.
Before long, we pulled up to the Madden Mansion.
In the living room, Alex was casually messing with a coffee pot, as if he'd been expecting us. He shot Quinn a quick frown, but his expression softened when he turned to me. "Natalia, come sit by me," he said with a warm smile, patting the seat beside him.
He looked at me like I was prey, and every instinct in my body screamed that something was terribly wrong.
"Quinn, you—" I started to speak, but he didn't let me finish.
Before I could process what was happening, his hands locked onto my shoulder, pinning me in place. In one brutal move, he tore open the buttons on my blouse, and his lips were on mine in an instant—crushing, demanding, suffocating.
His tongue pushed past my lips with an intensity that left me gasping for air.
I could barely think, the lack of oxygen making my head spin. My heart pounded, my breaths shallow, and I fought to push him away. Desperation kicked in, and I bit down hard on his lower lip.
He froze, caught off guard by the pain, just enough time for me to shove him back. I gasped for air, clutching the blanket to my chest as tears threatened to spill.
"Let go of me!" I snapped, my voice breaking as all the frustration and anger I'd been holding in came crashing down.
Quinn's lips curled into a sneer, the blood on his lip only making him look more dangerous.
But he didn't seem to care. "That's it? The main act hasn't even started yet," he taunted, his grip on my wrist tightening as he yanked me toward the edge of the bed.
His voice dropped to a low growl, cold and menacing. "If you're done with the drama, get dressed and tell Grandfather to release her."
"Release who?" I blinked, my mind scrambling to catch up. And then it hit me—only one person could make Quinn lose his cool like this.
"Are you telling me Alex has Diana locked up?" I blurted, the fog in my brain clearing in an instant.
Elijah's call to Alex must have been the trigger—the final push that had given Alex the excuse he needed to take action against Diana.
"Don't play dumb, Natalia," Quinn snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your little games don't work on me."
His eyes drilled into mine, cold and unforgiving. He was convinced I was behind all this, and no amount of explaining would change his mind. Any attempt at reasoning was pointless.
"Fine," I said, my voice laced with bitterness as I slid off the bed. "Give me a minute to change."
Minutes later, I was in the passenger seat of Quinn's car, gripping the edge of the seat as he slammed the pedal to the floor. The city lights streaked by in a blur, the engine's roar filling the air.
Quinn's face was a mask of tension, his knuckles bone-white around the steering wheel. I couldn't help but steal a glance at him, my chest tightening at the sight of his obvious worry—for her.
I swallowed the bitterness creeping up my throat and turned to stare out the window, watching the shadows of trees flash past. "How much do you hate me?" I asked, trying to sound casual, though the question felt like a weight in my chest.
Once, I had torn him and Diana apart. I had forced him into this marriage. And now, I regretted it. I didn't care if he loved me or not anymore. But I couldn't bear the thought of him hating me.
His voice was ice, each word cutting through the air like a blade. "You better pray Diana's alright. If anything happens to her, I'll make you pay."
A dry laugh slipped out of me, bitter and hollow. Pay... Hadn't I already paid enough? From the moment I met Quinn, I knew I'd never love another man. That love had already cost me everything.
As night settled in, I couldn't help but stare at Quinn's stern, chiseled profile reflected in the window. The streetlights cast shadows on his furrowed brow and the sharp angles of his face.
The tears I'd been holding back for so long finally broke free, sliding down my cheeks in silence.
I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hand, hoping he didn't notice.
Before long, we pulled up to the Madden Mansion.
In the living room, Alex was casually messing with a coffee pot, as if he'd been expecting us. He shot Quinn a quick frown, but his expression softened when he turned to me. "Natalia, come sit by me," he said with a warm smile, patting the seat beside him.
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