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Seeing all these things, she immediately decided that she would never hand her child over to Christopher, no matter what she had to do or how far she had to go. She would go through anything but would keep her child safe from this ruthless man.
Christopher kept on observing Shailavi's changing emotions on her disturbed face.
Christopher continues with a wicked grin, "Indeed, you still have a lot of courage left, but don't worry; I will crush it very soon. I don't like it when someone dares to speak loudly in front of me."
"And you're challenging me. Get ready to lose and submit to me, because Christopher is made to win; he never loses."
Shailavi responds firmly, "Your arrogance and attitude have been earned through your wealth. I am not tempted by your money or your grand mansions and properties."
"If you want, name your price, and I will give you everything you ask for, whether it's a car, a mansion, or any property. But in return, I want my child. You have no right over the child, and once I give birth to him, I'll hand him over to you and never return or attempt to see him again."
Christopher mockingly chuckles and says, "Well recognized, Shailavi. You are indeed like those women who pretend to be innocent for money and then sell their child for a hefty sum."
"So tell me, how much money do you want? I'll pay you any amount you ask for, and besides that, whatever else you demand, you'll get it, whether it's a car, a mansion, or any property."
"But in return, I want my child. You have no right over the child, and once I give birth to him, I'll hand him over to you and never return or attempt to see him again."
Shailavi, with determination, responds, "That child is mine, and I won't let you touch him under any circumstances. I'd rather kill you."
Christopher, still laughing menacingly, says, "So you think I'm a monster, huh? Well, you'll see what this monster is capable of, and you'll witness it very soon. Don't even think of touching my collar again; otherwise, I'll break your hands."
"And believe me, I can do it. Don't underestimate me. You may have seen a glimpse of it just a while ago downstairs."
Christopher snatches his collar away from her grip and threatens her coldly before leaving the room and locking it from the outside.
When Christopher returns to the room, he sees that Justin is still standing there. His face clearly shows that numerous questions are burning in his mind.
"Justin... are you really the one who's going to imprison that girl here? Will you take her child away from her?" Christopher asks with a mix of disbelief and anger. "Don't you think you're completely misunderstanding that girl? She's not like other women. She's very different. You should give her a chance..."
"Why don't you stay with her and raise the child together? Perhaps God sent her into your life so that you can fill that emptiness in your life. Just think about it from your heart once," Christopher adds.
In a fit of anger, Christopher responds, "There's nothing in this world that is like God. And as for matters of the heart, you know I don't trust them, and I am self-sufficient. There's no void in my life."
"That girl has something that belongs to me, and I will take it back from her. After that, she can go wherever she wants, and it won't matter to me," Christopher concludes before storming out of the room.
Meanwhile, Shailavi is sitting on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. She can't comprehend what has happened; her life has taken a drastic turn. The carefree girl who dreamt of soaring high with wings and becoming a successful fashion designer finds herself trapped in a room. Christopher, who had once shattered her self-esteem, has now imprisoned her, and her child is being taken away. She wonders what her fault is and why all this is happening to her.
Whenever she thinks about that fateful night, her entire body trembles as if struck by a bolt of pain...
Flashback...
Two months ago...
Hotel Paradise, located in the city of Milan, was a well-known hotel where only the wealthy and influential could enter with special passes.
Shailavi, oblivious to all the discussions, was focused on her work, which was being a waitress in the hotel. She paid no attention to anything else and devoted herself to her duties.
On this day, the hotel staff was talking about the arrival of a VIP person. They didn't know who he was, but they were aware that he was extremely rich and powerful. They were discussing how to impress him so that promotions could be possible.
Unaware of all these conversations, Shailavi was in a hurry to finish her work and return home, as her little sister would be waiting for her.
While rushing with a trolley full of cleaning supplies, Shailavi accidentally bumped into her colleague, and some of her belongings fell here and there, including her room key card.
Distressed, she looked around for the card, and her friend, Lija, reassured her that she would find it, and if not, they could get a new one.
Shailavi, running out of time, decided to remember the digits she could and would search for her room based on that.
Unaware that this decision would prove to be the biggest mistake of her life, Shailavi stood outside a room, recalling the digits of her room card.
Inside the room...
It was a luxurious room with a king-size bed, all-black interior, and a chandelier that lit up the room brightly. However, what caught Shailavi's attention was a man sitting on the floor with his head buried in his knees, looking like he was struggling to control himself.
His clothes were disheveled, the buttons on his shirt were undone, and his eyes were bloodshot. His face appeared as cold and harsh as a stone.
As cristofer sensed someone standing outside the room, a mere moment of thought seemed to transform his expression into anger, as if he could devour the person standing in front of him..
The story continues...
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