Chapter 4 The Weight Of Responsibility

• I stared at the positive pregnancy test, my mind reeling in disbelief. How could this be happening? The room spun around me as I struggled to process the news.
• Panic set in as I thought about carrying a child with no father, no support, and no future. The father, Kyle, was a stranger, a one night mistake. What would people think of me? How would I cope?
• Determination slowly replaced despair. I couldn't let my circumstances define me. I refused to be a victim. A plan began to form in my mind, fueled by anger and a desire for revenge.
• I thought about using Kyle, leveraging the pregnancy to get close to him, to make Lucas pay for his betrayal. Kyle had everything; I had nothing. But I had this , a child, a connection to him.
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• The next day, with newfound resolve, I'm ready for whatever comes next.
• I hailed a cab and directed the driver to the Company, where Kyle Prescott worked.
• Arriving at the company, I steeled myself for the encounter. As I walked in, I saw a familiar face, the secretary who had been with Kyle in the elevator. I approached him with a smile.
• "Hello, my name is Naina Harper, and I would like to see Kyle Prescott," I said.
• The secretary looked at me, confused.
• "He's busy at the moment. What do you need to see him about?"
• "He wouldn't be too busy to meet the woman he was with the other night, the one he took the virginity of. And now, carrying his baby," I whispered while pointing to my belly ,shocking the secretary.
• "Can I see him now?" I added, determined to confront Kyle.
• The secretary, stunned, led me to Kyle's office. As we walked through the office, my heels clicking on the marble floor, I suddenly felt a familiar presence. My heart skipped a beat. Lucas. My eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, time stood still.
• We stood mere feet apart, the tension between us palpable. His eyes, once filled with love and adoration, now seemed cold and distant. I felt a pang in my chest, a mix of emotions swirling inside me.
• "Naina," he said, his voice low and cautious, as if unsure how I'd react.
• I stood tall, my shoulders squared, trying to appear stronger than I felt. "Lucas."
• The air was thick with unspoken words, unresolved emotions. We both knew that our chance encounter was inevitable, yet we'd avoided it until now.
• His eyes scanned my face, as if searching for something. Regret? Forgiveness? I wasn't sure. Mine searched his, seeking answers to questions I dared not ask.
• The secretary's voice broke the silence, "Naina, this way, please."
• I hesitated, my gaze still locked on Lucas. A flicker of emotion crossed his face, but it vanished quickly, replaced by his usual composure.
• "Okay " I said to the secretary , my voice barely above a whisper.
• Lucas said nothing, his eyes searching mine once more before he turned and walked away.
• The secretary then informed me that Kyle wasn't in the office but at his mansion.
• "Then let's go because I can't stand staying here any longer," I said, walking away with the secretary following me. I didn't dare to look back, trying to understand the turmoil in my heart.
• The secretary drove me to Kyle's mansion, and I was beyond shocked by its size and grandeu, it looked more like a hotel. He escorted me inside, where I was greeted by different maids, and the interior resembled a palace fit for a king.
• "You don't need to take me directly to him; I would like to meet him alone," I told the secretary, who looked at me with a confused expression.
• "Don't worry, just trust me," I reassured him, and despite his reluctance, he gave me the directions.
• I walked for a few minutes down the hallway until I reached the door the secretary had mentioned and knocked before entering.
• The room was spacious, with a king-sized bed and a large framed picture on the wall—presumably of Kyle. I was admiring the room when he suddenly emerged from the bathroom, looking shocked to see me.
• "Who...Who are you? And what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice tinged with anger.
• He was wrapped in a towel around his waist, revealing his bare chest. Despite his attractive appearance, clearly why women were drawn to him, including Vivian, I was not there to admire him, as I had no interest in him romantically.
• "Forgotten me already? We've met twice," I reminded him.
• He looked at me with a puzzled expression and smirked. "The elevator lady," he said, recalling our first meeting.
• "That wasn't our first encounter," I corrected him as he began to move closer.
• “Who let you in?" he asked, his tone becoming more assertive.
• "Well, I'm not here to answer your basic questions. I'm here so you can honor your responsibilities," I asserted, noticing his raised eyebrows.
• "Kyle Prescott, I'm carrying your baby," I declared,but his expression remained impassive despite my revelation
• "Remember the one-night stand at the hotel? The lady you deflowered? That was me, and I'm here to tell you that I'm pregnant with your child!" I yelled, my voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. his surprise evident, but quickly masked.
• "Elevator lady," he continued, and I wished he would stop calling me that.
• "I'm not responsible for the thing in your tummy”
• “Thing?” If you think you’re responsible then why were you looking for me?” I said.
• “Because I hate owing someone," Kyle replied, his tone indifferent. "You didn't get paid after our encounter and If you think I'm responsible, just...delete it."
• I recoiled, shocked by his suggestion. "Delete it? You mean abort it?"
• Fueled by a mixture of anger and disbelief, I walked towards him and slapped him across his face. He was taken aback.
• Gritting his teeth, he grabbed my arm and squeezed it tightly, causing me to wince in pain.
• "Stop, you're hurting me," I said, but he showed no mercy.
• Kyle's grip on my arm tightened, his eyes blazing with intensity. "You think you can waltz in here, drop a bombshell, and expect me to cower? I'm Kyle Prescott, and I don't bend for anyone."
• His voice was low, menacing, and sent shivers down my spine. I tried to wriggle free, but he held firm.
• "You're nothing but a fleeting moment, a mistake. Your pregnancy is just a convenient excuse to latch onto me."
• His words cut deep, but I refused to back down. "I won't let you dismiss me, Kyle. I won't let you ignore your responsibility."
• Kyle's laughter was cold, mirthless. "Responsibility? You want to talk about responsibility? You're the one who spread your legs for a stranger, who got pregnant by a man you don't even know."
• His words stung, but I stood my ground. "That may be true, but you're still the father. And I won't let you walk away."
• Kyle's expression turned glacial. "You're making a grave mistake, Elevator Lady. I don't take threats well."
• Suddenly, he released my arm, and I stumbled back, gasping. But before I could react, he grasped my wrist, his fingers like a vice.
• "Come with me," he growled, dragging me deeper into the mansion.
• I struggled, but he was too strong.
• Where are you taking me to? I yelled but he continued dragging me