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CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO: HE IS MINE

Olivia’s POV

Olivia’s POV

Pregnant?! Pregnant? How on earth could she have gotten pregnant? Impossible, I had made sure of it, I made damn sure that she would not, that she could not get pregnant. Unless…. Unless…the dreaded thought hijacked my mind as I stormed into the kitchen, my heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor, echoing my fury. The scent of Sunday Roast and simmering stew assaulted my nostrils, but my fury had a greater stench than Ophelia’s culinary skills.

“Ophelia!" I barked, my voice slicing through the air like a whip. She jumped, nearly dropping the knife in her hand. She turned to face me, her eyes wide with surprise and fear.

“Y-yes, ma'am?" She stammered, her hands trembling slightly.

Oh you had better be, you had better be scared woman!

I closed the distance between us in two quick strides, grabbing her by the collar of her uniform and yanking her close. "Explain to me," I hissed, my face inches from hers, "How the Pigeon got pregnant?”

Ophelia's eyes wid
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