Bound by lies Trapped by Desire novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Elena’s POV:

Sergei froze. His brows quirked, a flicker of surprise, quickly followed by something else – a deep, almost pained expression crossing his face.

“She’s… Lazar’s mother?” He repeated. I stepped back a little, my body instinctively recoiling.

“You mean… he’s your son?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, dread coiling in my stomach. I hoped. I prayed with every fiber of my being that wasn’t the case. The thought of Lazar, that arrogant, predatory man who had looked at me with such lecherous intent, being my half–brother, was utterly repugnant.

Sergei’s eyes narrowed, the brief vulnerability vanishing, replaced by a visible, simmering anger.

“He isn’t.” Sergei said, his voice clipped, gritting his jaw, the word a definitive, almost violent rejection.

I frowned, a sudden tightness gripping my chest, a different kind of dread settling in. “He’s not… blood related to you?” I asked, needing absolute clarity.

Sergei turned to me fully, his gaze intense, unwavering. “Even if he is, Elena… I don’t claim him as my son. You have nothing to be worried about on that front.”

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS OLD MAN TALKING ABOUT?! It didn’t matter what the hell he thought or claimed if he was actually his biological father. My mind screamed.

I covered my mouth with my hand, a wave of nausea, both physical and emotional, washing over me. I walked blindly towards the nearest wall, leaning heavily against its cool, smooth surface, and closed my eyes, trying to steady my churning stomach.

I didn’t know why… but all of a sudden, the full, horrifying realization of it was dawning on me. Even if Lazar had merely been my ‘uncle‘ as I’d suspected before, it would have been bad enough. But that had felt so far away, so abstract. I wasn’t standing in front of Sergei then, wasn’t thinking of him, even slightly imagining him as my father, the biological source of my very being.

But now… the person involved in the process of giving birth to me. The same person… who was involved in the process of giving birth to Lazar. The same Lazar who had tried to corner me one day and kiss me.

And, most horrifyingly, the same Lazar who was directly involved in Mielle’s brutal assault. The disgust churned in my gut, a bitter, metallic taste rising in my throat. Only when I felt a warm, firm touch on my shoulder did I flinch violently, snapping out of my

head.

“What’s wrong with you? Is it because of Lazar? I told you, I don’t think of him as hi-” Sergei began, his voice laced with concern, but I cut him off, my eyes blazing with a furious indignation.

“Mr. Morozov, It doesn’t matter what you think. You’re still his biological father. Lazar’s biological father.” I clenched my fis. pushing myself away from the wall, standing straighter, my body rigid.

I needed to make my stance unequivocally clear, regardless of his denials. “Do you not know that Dmitri and Lazar were both directly involved in Mielle’s assault?! Her rape?!” I asked, my voice rising, watching his reaction closely.

Sergei stood straighter, his earlier frowning expression vanishing, replaced by a cold, impassive mask. He took a deliberate step back, his gaze sweeping over the corridor, as if checking for unseen listeners. “Let’s not discuss this here, Elena.” His voice was low a clear warning.

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Chapter 140

He moved towards the imposing black wooden double doors that stood at the end of the corridor, but I stayed rooted to my place, refusing to budge. “No, I need to make this absolutely clear, right here, right now. I don’t care who Lazar is to you, or what your convoluted family ties are. But he harmed Mielle. He was directly involved in her rape. If you plan on protecting him, if you intend to hide any evidence of his involvement, then I am leaving this instant. Our deal is off.” I said, making sure my voice didn’t waver,

There was a long, tense silence in the vast corridor, broken only by the faint hum of the mansion’s unseen systems. Then, Sergei sighed. “I told you, Elena. He is not my son. Not in any way that matters to me. Whether he lives or dies, whether he gets arrested, or disappears off the face of the earth… has absolutely nothing to do with me. He is not my responsibility.” He said, his voice utterly devoid of emotion, and my clenched fists, which had been tight with anticipation, slowly began to relax.

It felt cruel, almost sickening, that his cold, brutal words brought me such a profound sense of ease and comfort. A father disowning his son with such chilling detachment was horrible, monstrous even. But then again, I wasn’t some saint, and Lazar was certainly not an innocent man.

I nodded, and finally walked forward, following him towards the double doors. He pushed them open, revealing a vast, meticulously organized office, and I stepped inside.

He pulled off his coat and draped it over a coat stand near the entrance before walking over to me and gesturing towards my own

overcoat.

I pursed my lips, then shook my head. “I’ll be leaving soon anyway,” I said, my voice flat. He didn’t press the issue, simply turning to walk towards a series of built–in cabinets that lined one wall of the expansive room.

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