Page 165 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 4

“You want to know why Winston never trusted you?” I leaned in close, my face inches from his. “Because you’re weak. You always have been. You hide behind morality and righteousness and this bullshit idea that you’re better than me—but when it comes down to it, you’re just as ruthless. Just as willing to hurt people to get what you want.”

“I’m nothing like you.” Kaisen’s voice was thick with blood.

“You’re exactly like me.” I pulled him forward and slammed him against the glass again. “The only difference is I’m honest about what I am.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Yeah.” I smiled. “And you’re the one who tried to steal from me.”

I threw him across the room.

He hit a roulette table hard, the wood splintering beneath his weight. Chips scattered like confetti. The wheel spun lazily, clicking as it turned.

Kaisen tried to get up.

I kicked him in the ribs.

He went down again, coughing, blood pooling beneath him on the faded carpet.

“You remember when we were kids?” I stood over him, breathing hard. “You remember when you stole my toy? The one Mama gave me for my birthday?”

Kaisen looked up at me, his eyes unfocused.

“I tried to drown your ass.” I crouched beside him. “I held your head under the water until you stopped fighting.”

“Mama stopped you,” Kaisen whispered.

“Barely.” I grabbed his shirt and hauled him up until we were face to face. “You know what I learned that day? That you never learn. No matter how many times I beat you, no matter how many times I prove I’m stronger—you keep coming back. You keep trying to take what’s mine.”

“She’s not a toy.” Kaisen’s voice was barely audible.

“No.” I let him drop. “She’s my everything. And you gambled with them.”

I walked over to the roulette table. The wheel was still spinning, slowing now, the ball bouncing between red and black.

Kaisen tried to crawl away.

I put my foot on his back and pressed down until I heard him gasp.

“You built this whole fantasy,” I said, watching the wheel spin. “This boat. This casino. This perfect little prison where you could play house with my woman and my child. You thought if you just had enough time—if you could just get her away from me long enough—she’d see you were the better man.”

“I am the better man.” Kaisen’s voice was broken, desperate. “I would’ve given her everything. I would’ve loved her. I would’ve been the father Trumai deserved⁠—”

“Trumai isn’t yours.”

“Part of me is inside her⁠—”

“No.” I crouched again, grabbed his hair and forced him to look at me. “Part of you was inside the boy who didn’t survive. The one Truth mourns every day. The one she’ll never get to meet because your DNA couldn’t compete with mine.”

Kaisen’s face twisted.

“You lost, Kaisen.” I let go of his hair, let his head drop to the floor. “You lost the genetic lottery. You lost the woman. You lost the family. You lost everything.”

“Then kill me.” His voice was muffled against the carpet. “If I lost everything—if there’s nothing left—just fucking kill me.”

“I’m going to.” I stood and walked back to the roulette table. The wheel had almost stopped, the ball settling into a slot. “But first, I want you to understand something.”

I spun the wheel again.