Page 119 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

“Syx!” Yaya screamed, her fists pounding against the glass. “Syx, I’m sorry—I’m so sorry!”

I looked back at her, my heart racing, my throat closing.

“It’s okay,” I tried to say, but the words came out strangled. “It’s⁠—”

Amai yanked me forward, and Yaya’s cell disappeared from view.

The corridor stretched ahead of us—sterile white walls, fluorescent lighting, cameras in every corner.

I knew this hallway.

I’d walked it a dozen times before.

But never like this.

Never as the one being dragged.

“Amai, come on—” My voice was shaking now, panic clawing its way up my throat. “You don’t have to do this—I didn’t betray you⁠—”

“You fucked my ex-wife.”

“You don’t give a fuck about her, so stop the cap!”

“And you think that makes it okay?” He didn’t look at me. Just kept walking, his grip on my arm unrelenting. “You think that changes what you did?”

“I love her.”

That made him stop.

He turned to face me, and the look in his eyes⁠—

Cold. Empty. Lethal.

“Love,” he repeated softly. “You’re twenty years old, Syx. You don’t know what the fuck love is.”

“I know enough.”

“You know nothing.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But you’re about to learn.”

He started walking again, faster this time, and I stumbled trying to keep up.

We turned a corner.

Another hallway. Shorter. Darker.

And at the end⁠—

A door.

Heavy. Steel-reinforced. No window.

My stomach dropped.

“Amai, please.”

He didn’t answer.

He just pulled me forward, swiped a keycard, and shoved the door open.