Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 223

Xena’s heart pounded against her ribs, her voice trembling. “Darren, what… what are you talking about? I don’t understand…”

“You don’t understand?”

Darren sat on the couch, an icy aura radiating from him. His voice was as cold as steel as he ordered his men, “Drag him out. Now.”

Xena’s eyes widened in shock as two bodyguards in black strode into the next room.

Seconds later, they dragged out a battered man, his face swollen and bloodied, barely clinging to consciousness. Xena’s breath caught in her throat.

It was her father.

Her shoulders shook uncontrollably.

Darren’s lips pressed into a thin, merciless line, his gaze as sharp as a blade. “You’ve got five minutes to come clean. Every word counts. Don’t even think about lying, or else—”

He let the threat hang in the air, but the look he gave Xena was more terrifying than any weapon.

One of the bodyguards stepped closer, menace radiating from every inch.

Xena tried to steady herself, but tears welled up, threatening to spill over. “Darren, did you really believe this man’s lies? Don’t listen to him, I—”

Smack!

The bodyguard’s slap landed hard across her cheek.

Xena’s head snapped to the side. Her face burned, swelling up instantly, pain shooting straight to her scalp.

Her pupils shrank in shock as she clutched her stinging cheek, tears streaming down her face.

She couldn’t believe it—the man who once worshipped her, showered her with mansions and million-dollar jewelry, who used to wince at the slightest crease in her brow, was now letting his men lay hands on her.

“So what if… so what if he’s my father?” Xena gritted her teeth, desperate for one last chance. “I’m still the one you love most. I’m your Shortie, Darren…”

Smack!

Desperate, Xena scrambled to Darren’s feet, clutching his pant leg with trembling fingers, her sobs choked and pleading. “I was wrong, Darren, I’m sorry… please, just give me one more chance!”

“Wrong about what?”

Darren’s voice was devoid of any warmth.

“I shouldn’t have pretended to be Shortie. I shouldn’t have lied to you…”

Her confession was broken and halting, but then she seemed to grasp at a last, wild hope. “Even if I pretended to be her, I’m carrying your child! This is your own flesh and blood—you can’t just abandon us!”

She was still trying to use that imaginary child to win him back.

Darren’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his tone dripping with mockery. “Is that so? Then why don’t you tell me—when I’ve never touched you, how could you possibly be pregnant with my child?”

Xena’s face went sheet-white in an instant.

So all this time, Darren had only been pretending to accept the child. He had known everything from the very start.