The Heiress' Revenge-Chapter 126 Be My Fiancée

Sarah’s POV

"I’m sorry," I whispered, my voice was so small. "I’m so sorry, I didn’t think—"

"No," he cut me off, stepping closer. "You didn’t think that’s the problem. You didn’t think at all. You just did whatever you wanted, and fucking broke my rules. You put my son at risk letting him see that woman."

He was right in front of me now.

So close I could feel the heat coming off him. He grabbed my arms; his grip was firm, tight, and not hurting, but close.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done?" he demanded, his face inches from mine.

His grip tightened just a little. It was starting to hurt.

"You’re hurting me," I said. My voice was shaky, but I said it. "Mr. Specter, you’re hurting my arms."

He looked down at his hands at where he was holding me. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. Something that might have been regretted then was gone.

He let go and stepped back.

I rubbed my arms where his fingers had been.

The skin was red.

I could still feel the pressure.

And something inside me snapped.

"You want to know why I took him out?" I said. My voice was shaking, but it was louder now. Stronger. "I took him out because that little boy is not a robot! He’s not a machine that just follows schedules! He’s a child, a real, living, breathing child who never laughs, never smiles, never runs or jumps or does anything that normal kids do!"

Marcus stared at me.

His face was unreadable.

"I watch him every day," I continued, the words pouring out. "He sits in the garden and stares at nothing. He plays with toys but doesn’t really play. He barely talks; he never even laughs. Do you know what that’s like? To watch a little kid act like an old man? To see emptiness in a child’s eyes? Of course not cause you spend most of your time doing business rather than being the father he needs... you’re no different from his mother, in that case."

I took a step closer to him. I was shaking, but I didn’t care anymore.

"I only wanted him to know what it felt like to be a child for just one minute! Just to feel something normal and not be tied down to schedules, routines, or have a life that’s planned out every single second!"

Marcus was quiet.

Completely quiet.

He just looked at me.

"Being under all those schedules will not help his life!" I yelled. "It will not fix him! It will not make him happy! It will just make him feel emptier and regret having parents or even existing. Is that what you want for him?"

I was crying, and I didn’t even realize it until I felt the tears on my cheeks.

I wiped them angrily with the back of my hand.

Marcus still hadn’t moved.

He just stood there, watching me, his face a mask I couldn’t read.

Then, finally, he spoke.

"You’re a nobody," he said, his tone quiet. Cold. "You don’t get to decide what happens to my son. You don’t get to make choices about his life. You are hired help. Nothing more."

Each word was like a slap.

"And now I’m thinking," he continued, walking slowly around me, "that maybe this was your plan all along. Maybe you and Stephanie are working together. Maybe she sent you here. To get close to me. To get close to Ryan. To cause exactly this kind of chaos."

I spun around to face him. "What? No! That’s insane! I don’t even know her!"

"You expect me to believe that?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. " You were hired to care for my son, and then within two weeks, you take him to the exact place where his mother just happens to be? That’s a coincidence?"

"Yes, it was a coincidence! I just picked a random ice cream shop! I didn’t know she would be there!"

He stepped closer again. His eyes were hard. "I don’t believe you. I think you planned this. I think you forced your way into my life, and I am going to make sure you regret it. I am going to make your life miserable. You will wish you never walked through my door."

The fear I had been feeling turned into something else.

Something hot and angry.

"You know what?" I said, my voice shaking but loud. "Fine, I quit....I can’t do this. I can’t work for a cold-hearted asshole who thinks schedules are more important than his own son’s happiness. I can’t work for a man who would rather be right than see that his little boy is suffering... I fucking quit."

I turned toward the door.

My hand was reaching for the handle.

"Watch your tone."

His voice stopped me. It was low and dangerous as I turned back slowly.

He was standing right there.

Close.

Too close.

His eyes were burning now.

"That cold-hearted asshole," he said slowly, each word sharp and clear, "is about to be your husband."

I stared at him, my mouth fell open, and for a second, my brain stopped working.

"What?" I whispered.

He smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. It was the smile of a man who was used to getting what he wanted.

"You heard me, sweetheart." He stepped closer, and I stepped back; my back hit the door. "You wanted to be part of this family so badly. You wanted to make decisions about my son. Well, now you will."

"Are you insane?" I gasped.

"Maybe," he said, his face so close to mine I could feel his breath. "But you’re stuck with me now. You wanted to play games with my family? Fine. We’ll play, but we’ll play by my rules."

I stood there, frozen, my mind a complete blank.

What was happening? This couldn’t be real.

He leaned in close, his lips almost touching my ear. "Welcome to the family, fiancée."

Then he walked away, leaving me standing there, shaking, my whole world turned completely upside down.