Chapter 2 Trapped

Luna's eyes fluttered open with her gaze scanning the empty room. The bed beside her was cold and the sheets rumpled from Elian's departure. She sat up with a start and her heart racing with confusion.

"Where had he gone?" She thought to herself though she was less concerned about it.

Luna threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed with her feet dangling in the air. The room was silent and the only sound booming was the soft hum of the air conditioning.

Luna's hands trembled searching for the phone and her eyes wide open. She scanned all through the bed and she finally reached the phone on the bedside table. Her fingers brushed against the screen and suddenly Elian's voice filled the room.

"Luna, if you need anything just call for help and someone will attend to you" the voice sounded.

Luna's breath caught in her throat and didn't know what to say, she wondered why Elian was being nice and what he was scheming.

"Could he just be trying to be nice because of the pregnancy?" Luna thought to herself. A pang of disappointment hit her but she pushed it aside because she had no right to expect more from him. Their relationship was casual, just a fleeting moment of passion.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't know what to make of it. All she knew was that she needed to be careful. Elian Blackwood was not a man to be trifled with.

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Elian couldn't resist the feelings and Luna he felt being trapped and lost realizing that she was carrying his baby.

"A blind lady!" Elian thought to himself, he got tired of her disgusting look and left her in bed headed to a nearby bar to clear his mind.

Just as he arrived at the bar, Elian nursed his whiskey with his eyes fixed on the amber liquid as he swirled it in his glass. The bar was dimly lit, the sounds of laughter and music a gentle hum in the background.

Just as he was starting to relax, a voice cut through the noise. "Elian, mind if I join you?" The voice said.

Elian looked up to see John sliding onto the stool beside him and he raised an eyebrow with his instincts on high alert.

"What brings you here, John?" he asked, his tone neutral.

John signaled the bartender for a drink before turning to Elian. "You look worried, my friend. Everything okay?" He asked.

"Just business, John. Nothing to concern yourself with." Elian shrugged, his eyes returning to his whiskey.

"I think it's more than that, Elian. I think it's about Luna." John leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.

Elian's grip on his glass tightened, his heart rate increasing.

"What about her?" he asked, his voice cautious.

John smiled, a sly glint in his eye. "I know she's pregnant, Elian. And I think you might be the father."

Elian's eyes snapped up, his mind racing with the implications. How did John know? And what did he want? "And what?" He asked

John's smile grew wider as he leaned in closer to Elian. "So, you think you're the owner of the baby in Luna's womb, huh?"

Elian's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing.

"I'm certain of it," he growled, his voice low and possessive.

"Hahaha" John laughed and his laughter cut through the air with a harsh sound that made Elian's instincts bristle. "You're a fool, Elian," John said, wiping tears from his eyes. "You think you're the only one she's been with? Luna's been playing you from the start."

Elian's grip on his glass tightened with his mind racing with anger and doubt. "What was John insinuating? That Luna had been with someone else? That the baby might not be his?" Elian thought to himself.

"I don't believe you," Elian spat, his voice venomous.

John's laughter died down, his expression turning serious. "Believe what you want, Elian. But I know the truth. And soon, you'll find out too." he explained.

Elian stormed out of the bar angrily without turning back to look at John, his bodyguard Ryker following closely behind. The cool morning air did little to calm his rage as he made his way back to the penthouse.

Immediately she gets there, Elian comes down from his car with Ryker by his side and he enters. As soon as he burst through the door, he strode towards Luna with his eyes blazing with intensity.

"Who is the father of your child?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

Luna's eyes widened in surprise with her mind racing to keep up with the sudden change in Elian's demeanor. She recalled the absurd night they spent together, the passion and intensity that had driven them both. But now, Elian's attitude was dark and foreboding.

She tried to stand but her legs trembled beneath her. She knew she had to run, but her blindness made her vulnerable. She took a step back but her plan failed as Elian's hand shot out grasping her wrist like a vice.

Luna's heart raced as she tried to pull away but Elian's grip was unyielding. He dragged her towards the door with his anger palpable. Ryker stepped forward, opening the door to reveal a waiting car.

Elian shoved Luna inside with her arms held down by his iron grip. She felt extreme panic as the door slammed shut behind her, trapping her in the dark, confined space. The car screeched to life speeding away from the penthouse, leaving Luna's fate hanging in the balance.

Elian's hands moved with a tender touch, cleaning the wound on Luna's foot with a gentleness that belied the turmoil brewing inside him. But as he worked, his mind seethed with suspicion and doubt. Who was the true father of her child? And what was she hiding?

As he finished dressing the wound, Elian's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He stepped away with his voice low and urgent as he spoke to Ryker. "I need you to get the truth out of her. I don't care what it takes."

Ryker entered the room like a dark storm cloud, his presence suffocating. "So, you're the one trying to pass off someone else's child as Elian's," he sneered, his eyes cold and unforgiving.

Luna shrank back, fear etched on her face. "No, I swear, I'm not trying to extort money from Elian. I just...I don't know what to do."

Ryker's laughter was a harsh, mirthless sound. "Even if the child isn't from Elian's family, it can't stay. You're just a pawn in their game, a means to an end."

Elian returned, his eyes narrowed to slits. "I don't trust a pregnancy that can't be aborted," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "It's too convenient, too calculated."

Before Luna could plead her case, Elian's hand shot out, pressing a cotton swab into her wound with a brutal force that made her cry out in pain. His eyes flashed with a sinister intent, his touch a stark contrast to the gentle care he had shown just moments before.

"Please, Elian, spare my life," Luna begged, tears streaming down her face. "I'll leave forever, keep your secrets. Just don't hurt me or my child."

But Elian's expression remained unyielding, his eyes glinting with a ruthless determination. He would stop at nothing to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.

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