Bound by lies Trapped by Desire novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Elana’s POV:

Hooked at him, heart thudding steadily in my chest, and slowly shook my head. The pressure behind my eyes was mounting again, Dike som swollen, trying to burst.

“sty mom’s at the hospital. She’s in her office, and I can’t disturb her right now, I muttered, half to him, half to myself “She’s already been through enough because of me…”

I trailed off, the guilt hatting like a punch to the throat, I didn’t need to drag hier into another scene. Fiona had her exams to study for, and Rachel ………. God, I didn’t even know where she was. She hadn’t been answering her metsages since the weekend, probably halfway across the city or neck–deep in stitching a new design at her aunt’s boutique.

-No

o one?” Matakal’s brows lifted, and he slipped his phone out of his coat pocket. Then Nikolai? Yeah, I should probably call him-

My eyes snapped wide. “No.” My voice cracked out, raw and urgent, and my hand shot out before I could think. I pushed at his phone, not hard, just enough to stop him,

“No,” Trepeated, softer this time, but firmer. “Don’t. Please don’t call him.” I sighed, the dizziness hitting again, this time like a wave threatening to knock me under. “Fine. Okay, I’ll go with you. Just…don’t call him. Pleade

There was a long beat before he nodded, sliding his phone back into his coat pocket with a soft click. “Good,” he said with a relieved smile. “Come on. Sit down. I’ll pay the bill and be right back.”

He helped me back into the chair, his hand brushing my shoulder briefly, and I sat down hard, my limbs too heavy to resist. My fingers fumbled as t grabbed my cap from the table and showed it into my bag with clumsy movements. I reached for my rucksack next, but before I could lift it, Malakar had already taken it from me.

“I’ve got it,” he said simply, nodding toward the door. “You just move forward.”

I didn’t argue.

Even the act of blinking was exhausting.

Once in the car, I barely registered the start of the engine before I was leaning against the window, my body giving in to the pull of sleep almost immediately. İvaguely remember murmuring the location of Dr. Berkelt’s clinic before everything went dark.

When I stirred next, someone was calling my name gently, fingers brushing against my shoulder, “Elena,” Malakai said, “we’re here.”

My eyes blinked open, bleary with sleep and residue from the migraine pulsing through my skull pushed the door open, stiff limbs carrying me out slowly. The afternoon light was gentler now, softer, golden around the edges. A breeze tugged at my hoodie, sharp enough to remind me that I was very much awake, very much not okay.

We entered the clinic together. It was clean, modern, but not flashy–painted soft cream with green plants dotting corners and a few cushioned chairs against the walls. The receptionist gave us a welcoming smile, but it faded a little when she saw the pallor on my face,

I gave my name quietly. I’m here to see Dr. Beckett.”

The nurse tapped at her tablet. “You’re in luck. There’s no rush right now. Please have a seat, she’ll see you in about fifteen minutes.”

I nodded and thanked her before turning to Malaka. “You don’t have to come in. Just wait here, or you can leave if you want, okay?”

“I’m staying!

g here. But you sure you don’t want me there?” he asked, glancing toward the hallway that led to the consultation rooms. He probably thought I was coming alone for the first time, Little did he know, hospitals were my second home for years.

“Yeah,” 15

Isaid, more firmly. “It’s fine. Thanks…for this.

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– H4 nodded orics: “Take your time.”“

After theen notubes the hune told me to go to her room.

I walked down the corridor toward the Beckett’s room, the soles of my sneakers squesking faintly on the polished floor. My hands trempted for the handle. The door opmed before I could knock.

“na,” Dr. Pocket greeted with a warm smile. Her voice was gentle, soothing “t’s been a while. Come in, sweetheart.”

Idepped inside the room that had once felt safe to me as a child, now feeling like I was walking into a courtroom. The walls were the same pale blue, the familiar framed photos of her family still on the desk beside her stethoscope.

She gestured to the chair and sat across from

amme. You look exhausted. Tell me what’s going on.”

I took a deep breath, trying to gather the scattered pieces of my mind into something coherent.

“I’ve been nauseous,” I began, voice hoarse. “Dizzy. Headaches. I couldn’t keep my lunch down today even after skipping breakfast–barely made it to the bathroom.

Dr. Beckett’s brow furrowed, but she didn’t interrupt.

“And I feel strange. Just… off

She nodded slowly, taking notes. Sturned to take a seat and started clicking on her computer as she asked me some more questions about my recent lifestyle, eating habits and emotional fluctuations. She finally spoke after a while. “Any chance you could be pregnant?”

I stared at her for a second, then blinked rapidly. “Na. – have an IUD.”

She raised her brows slightly but didn’t look surprised. “Even so, no method is a hundred percent. These things fail. It’s rare, but it happens. And your symptoms…

She didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, she got up and fetched a small, white box from the cabinet.

“I need you to take a test, Elena,” she said quietly, placing the kit into my hand. “Just to be sure. If you are pregnant, we need to know immediately. With an UD, there can be complications.”

Complications

I swallowed around the hard lump forming in my throat.

My legs moved on autopilot as i followed her direction to the small adjoining bathroom.

Topened the test kit with trembling fingers.

Please no. Please, not now

I followed the instructions, each motion feeling foreign, mechanical. Then I waited.

The longest five minutes of my life

my stomach like I could protect myself from the answer, I kept

I sat on the toilet lid, staring down at the test on the counter, arms wrapped tightly around my chanting inside my head–Don’t do this. Don’t do this to me. Don’t let this be real

The second line appeared.

Faint, but unmistakable.

A sharp coldness spread through me.

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Chapter 95

Everything sted.

My vision tunneled

My breathing went shallow.)

It was positive

I don’t know how long I sat there, staring at the lit

plastic strip like it had betrayed ma

My body didn’t move. My thoughts didn’t work. All I could feel was a single truth echoing through my skuff. I’m pregnant.

A soft knock came on the bathroom door. “Henal” Dr. Beckett’s voice was calm, but could hear the norm under it. You can come out wither you’re ready”

Esplashed my face with water. My fingers felt numb as I washed my hands, dried them, and opened the door.

She looked at me. Hooked at her.

“It’s positive,” I said numbly,

Her lips tightened, but she only nodded, gently guiding me back to the chair. “We’ll run a few more tests to confirm and to see how far along you are just a urine sample and a scan, alright?“,

I nodded wordlessly.

After ten more minutes, she returned I with the results.

“You’re about three weeks along,” she said gently. “Now, Elena, with an IUD in place, there are risks. If you decide to keep the baby, we’ll need to remove the UD immediately to prevent complications. But

She paused, probably because she could see the horror on my face, her voice softening.

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