Hiding the Alpha’s Baby (Layla and Alexander’s)

AYLA

“M—More.” It’s my voice.

And the woman lying underneath on the bed is undeniably me.

In the video, he trails kisses down my bare shoulders, his hands roaming my sides with reckless abandon.

Heat spreads in my cheeks as I watch his lips meet mine. He silences my moans, while his hands continue their venture, touching me in spots no man has ever dared to touch me before.

Instead of losing my mind, I find my eyes glued to the screen. Surprise and confusion mix, making me unable to feel anything else.

He leans back and removes his shirt in the video. The lights are turned on in the room, recording everything clearly.

My sultry moans, his hands on my skin, our lips meeting as he moves one step further towards taking me.

“T—Turn this off.” I stutter, my heart drowning.

“Tsk.” He clicks his tongue and turns the screen off.” what will Daddy dearest think once he sees you getting f**d by his mortal enemy, Kitten?”

The world revolves before my eyes as I search for words. The way I acted in this video—It’s like I was not me. It was someone else—a woman begging to be touched and pleased unlike me who gets scared at the thought of intimacy.

Does alcohol actually work that well?

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“Ayla Rossi.” Massimo runs a forefinger down my cheek.

I flinch, drawing my head away from him. I am not the same woman in the video anymore. I am back to my usual self. His touch scares me. It makes me sick and pushes me to make a run from him.

His brows lift as he directs his gaze towards the hand hanging in the air.

My throat hurts, and clogs. ” How—How dare you!”

“I couldn’t let you deny our great night together, right?” He smirks, pulling his hand to his side.

“How dare you! ” My voice rises while I lift my hand to slap him across his face.

His eyes darken as he catches my hand in the air. “Come on, Dear Wifey. Do you have to go straight to the domestic abuse phase on the first day of our wedding?”

The grin on his lips is chilly. It makes me pause, and think, and fear him.

Why would he do this to me?

What do you want?” I ask, swallowing my saliva,

Once, I was pushed into a similar situation. Some people took me and did bad things in front of me, They wanted to bring my Dad down. They wanted to hurt him. Until now, I haven’t gotten over those few days in my life.

I am trapped in a time that has long passed.

But now, I am in this dilemma again. Why? Why is history repeating itself?

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“I want you to cooperate. ” Massimo looks down at me, his face cold and hard.

‘With what?” I breathe, but it’s becoming hard at the moment.

It’s like someone is pushing me into a grave and threatening to seal me inside, with no air, no light, and no hope for survival.

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fists by my side. I have to survive. I can not give up.

“I want you to tell your Daddy that you love me and would never leave your husband, which is well— “A smirk curls his lips. ” Me. Massimo Rossi. His biggest enemy. ”

I gasp, as I lose the courage I just gathered. Massimo has done everything in his power to make Dad uncomfortable. How can I even think about betraying my Dad like this?Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I will never do it. “I whisper, shaking my head, tears pooling in my eyes.

“You will.” He leans in, making me slip back to put distance between us.

You want to use me to pi** my Dad off?” I sneer.” that’s never happening!”

Is that so?” He laughs, icy and amused.

My heart sinks in the depths of my stomach. The alternative to his demand is so clear to me.

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“Then, you don’t mind if your Daddy watches you under me, begging to take the c**k of his enemy?” He asks sharply.

“Shut up!” I lose my cool, my body beginning to tremble in fear and rage. ” how can you use such- – -dirty tactics, Mr. Rossi?! Do you not feel like a monster?”

Suddenly, he grips my chin and pulls me towards him. I shudder and slap his hand away instantly.

Don’t-”

“Your Dad made me this monster. And he will see when you create monsters, they hunt you down first. ” Massimo hisses, his eyes switching to that deep golden again.

My chest heaves up and down rapidly. I try to search his cold eyes or a way out of his clutches but I find myself stuck on this bed, in front of him, in life.

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What did my—Dad do to you?” I whisper, my heart racing in my chest.

In our world, you are never without enemies but I refuse to believe Dad has ever wronged any of his enemies. I might have disagreements with him but I know he is a good man and nothing can make me believe otherwise.

Massimo stares at me, his jaw gritted and his eyes narrowed. “I will be lenient with you.

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‘What?” I utter, trying not to shake.

“I will give you time. You have until tonight to tell your Dad about your marriage and your love for me, or I will come to take you. ” He announces, taking a step back and rolling his sleeves down.

“It’s not happening, Mr. Rossi!” I yell, losing my calm.

He took advantage of me, he recorded it, and now he wants to show that to my Dad? It’s like my whole life has flipped upside down with one wrong decision.

We will see.” He shoots me a final smirk before he marches to the door and steps out.

1 find myself rooted on the spot, waiting for my head to start working. I don’t know how long it takes me to finally get to my wobbly legs and dress up again.

In the end, my resolve dies and I find myself breaking down in the middle of the room. I have been transported back in time to a place where I was so

scared and alone.

But I don’t get to dwell on that past memory for long because soon, my younger brother comes knocking on the door.