Unwilling Trophy Wife (Serena and Victor) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

“Enough!” Albert cut him off sharply. “She’s pregnant now–what other agenda could she possibly have? She just wants to make it official she can use that baby to climb her way into the Powell family.”

Victor pressed his lips together, his face tense as his hands instinctively gripped the seams child is innocent. This is my blood, my”

s of his pants. “Dad, I know you’ve never liked Ellie, but the

Albert strode over to his desk and slammed his hand down hard on the surface. “This child cannot be born!”

Victor’s head snapped up, his eyes filled with shock. “Dad, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying she needs to get rid of it! This situation has to be dealt with immediately. We can’t wait any longer!”

“No, Dad!” Victor stumbled backward, his voice shaking. “This child is my own flesh and blood. You can’t make her-”

Albert’s anger turned into a cold laugh. “Flesh and blood? So what if there’s a child? Let me tell you something. The Powell family doors will never open for that woman. Not in this lifetime!”

Victor kept his head down, unable to speak. Albert’s decisions were never up for negotiation. But the child in Eliza’s belly was still his own blood, and he couldn’t just abandon it.

The next morning, Eliza woke up to an empty bed. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around the room, but Victor was nowhere to be found. She picked up her phone to check the time–it was already eight in the morning.

Victor hadn’t come home all night, and his phone was going straight to voicemail. She could hear the servants bustling around downstairs as she walked over to her vanity.

The woman staring back at her in the mirror looked pale and exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes that makeup couldn’t hide.

Eliza picked up her phone and tried calling Victor again, but still no answer. Her hand drifted unconsciously to her stomach. Then, she pulled out a business card from her nightstand drawer and dialed the number.

Eliza kept one hand pressed gently against her belly as the phone rang twice before someone picked up. “Hello, I have a story for you. Victor from Powell Group–he got someone pregnant, but he’s not planning to take responsibility.”

“What? If this story breaks, it’s going to be huge!” the person on the other end exclaimed.

“I’ll send you all the evidence. Victor is definitely the father–there’s no question about it. I want this in the papers as soon as possible.” Then, Eliza hung up without another word.

Noon sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains. Victor woke up in his bedroom at Powell Manor, rubbing his temples as he reached for his phone on the nightstand.

The screen showed dozens of unread messages from friends, colleagues, and even some business contacts he barely knew. Victor opened one of them, and the message hit him like a punch to the gut.

[Dude, who’s this woman? I thought you were engaged to Aniston Group. Where did this kid come from?]

Victor’s heart lurched as he bolted upright in bed and clicked on another message. It was more of the same content. That’s when he realized just how serious this situation had become, and he frantically opened his news app.

[Mystery Woman Spotted at Pregnancy Clinic–Could the Baby Belong to Powell Group CEO Victor?]

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Chapter 130

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