Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 135: Chap-135*The Deadly Game Of Pregnancy Test.*

Cynthia Dion:

He took us to an undisclosed destination while I occupied the passenger seat. The place we arrived at was an imposing mansion, perched atop a hill.

In our line of sight, a majestic waterfall cascaded down. He skillfully parked the car right in front of the mansion and gallantly held the door ajar for me.

With a swift glance around, I noticed no warriors or guards posted in the vicinity.

"Let's roll!" He waited by the door, propping it open and quipping, "We're not here to twiddle our thumbs in the car for hours."

Stepping out of the car induced a slight surge of anxiety within me.

"Where are the protective warriors?" I cautiously inquired, scanning the deserted driveway.

"Are you questioning my capacity to ensure your safety in case of any peril?" His tone turned a shade graver. With those words, he crouched down to my eye level, evidently attempting to goad me into a more assertive response.

"No!" Before I could elaborate, he straightened up abruptly, emitting a low growl.

"Then hush and get out of the vehicle," he ordered, seizing my arm and pulling me out of the car, oblivious to the sharp pain coursing through me.

"Ouch!" I groaned, though I managed to stay on my feet. I took a moment to absorb my surroundings and gauge the weather. The storm seemed imminent, and the elevation of the house made me feel notably isolated. I wondered if my phone could catch any signals in this remote area, provided he allowed me to keep it this time. I observed as he retrieved something from the driver's side and concealed it in a paper bag while I stood by.

Instead of unloading his luggage, he signaled for me to trail behind him. I lingered, contemplating what might unfold inside, hesitating to step into the foreboding abyss.

Observing my hesitation, he muttered, "Ugh!"

He dashed towards me, seizing my arm and forcefully propelling me along with him.

He relaxed his grip and ushered me towards the entrance. I stole a quick look at the house, attempting to discern its features. However, since he hadn't illuminated most of it, I could only make out the vicinity where I stood. The living area was exquisite and furnished just right.

As we entered the house, which boasted a magnificent fireplace with a mid-century aesthetic, I couldn't help but notice the chill in the air. I wrapped my arms around myself while scanning the interior, particularly focusing on the second level, where the bedrooms were situated.

"What are your impressions of this residence?" I sensed him standing comfortably behind me. Knowing his intentions, being alone with him in this house felt somewhat menacing.

"It's satisfactory," I responded tiredly, refraining from elaborating further.

"Just satisfactory? Why such a downbeat response?" I was caught off guard by his abrupt reaction, which also included the inquiry, "Is it because you expected to be here with someone else?"

Unknown to him, my thoughts extended beyond mere companionship, causing my entire body to quiver.

"No! That is not what I mean," I turned back and plastered a grin onto my lips, "I’m just a bit sleepy," I’ll just claim that I have my periods if he begs for sex, I have to say anything to try to find a way to get away from him. That was the best I could come up with for now.

The only lingering question was the duration, though.

How much longer could I evade this dire situation now that Atticus had relinquished his responsibility for my care and protection?

"Ah! I hope that's your sole source of weariness," he remarked, accompanied by a faint grimace. I pondered the meaning behind his words.

Speechless, I maintained silence, feigning interest in the decor.

"Oh, and one more thing!" He interrupted the silence once more, delving into the paper bag. "I have a present for you."

I nervously rubbed my hands together and mumbled, "You didn't need to purchase anything for me."

Was he truly under the impression that a gift alone would persuade me to share his bed?

"Why not?" He retrieved a small, white item from the bag and declared, "You are my spouse, and this gift is a perfect match for a married couple."

"What's this?" I felt as though I had an inkling of the answer, but I was too taken aback to even attempt to process it.

"Umm! This is a rather unconventional gift for you," he remarked, handing me a pregnancy test, his lips pursed in a mischievous grin.

"A what?" I couldn't help but maintain a socked and focused gaze.

He waved the pregnancy test around, still grinning, and declared, "You'll be taking it right away."

"I don’t understand. What makes you think I should take a test? We haven’t --," I mean. He wasn’t ready to hear my fib, that I was still a virgin, despite my best efforts. He was moving slowly in my direction, his eyes getting smaller with each step.

"Oh, don't worry, nothing too serious," he reassured. "We're just going to play a little game. In this game," he went on, "your fate is sealed if the test turns out positive."

He seemed insistent on me taking this test. Suddenly, the memories of doctor's appointments and other things rushed back to me. Nevertheless, I wasn't ready to embrace the potential outcome.

"I don't quite grasp why I should be subjected to this test. It seems rather sudden, you know," I hesitated, reluctant to go through with it. My mind raced through a multitude of thoughts and scenarios, making it increasingly evident why he was in such a hurry to bring me here.

"The fun of this game lies in its suddenness. Come on!" He seized my wrist, pressing the test into my hand, urging me to "just urinate on it, and we'll see the outcome."

"Mr. Holt! I have no desire to partake in his peculiar game," I protested, shaking my head, steadfastly rejecting the proposition.

"You have no say in this," he seized my arm once more, pulled me closer, and then abruptly pushed me away.

"Stop fucking abusing me," my composed facade shattered as I glimpsed the grim determination in his eyes.