Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 138 - personal maid?

138

~Lisa’s POV

I froze when the doctor told .

Pregnant?

The word hit so hard I almost couldn’t breathe. I stared at him like he had said sothing impossible, like the ground had opened under .

"No... no, that can’t be true," I whispered, shaking my head. My fingers gripped the blanket as though holding on would stop my whole world from falling apart. "He must be wrong, Damon. There’s no way. I... I can’t be."

Damon’s voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed the storm he carried. "Lisa, you are. The healer confird it. You’re carrying a child."

I let out a bitter laugh, though nothing about this was funny. "A child? My child? Or... theirs?" My voice cracked on the last word.

I turned my face to the side, not wanting him to see my weakness. My voice ca out small. "Belinda will destroy . You know she will. The mont she finds out..."

Damon’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists. "Belinda won’t touch you. I’ll make sure of that. She doesn’t have the power to break you, Lisa."

But I wasn’t so sure. Belinda had already taken too much from . She thrived on my pain.

I whispered, almost to myself, "I don’t even know if I’ll love this child... or hate it." My chest ached at the words, but they were true.

Damon’s eyes softened. "Don’t say that. The child is innocent. Whatever happens, you’ll love him or her. I’ll make sure you never feel alone in raising our child."

I stared at him, my lips trembling. "And if I can’t? If every ti I look at this baby, I see what was done to ?"

For a long mont, he didn’t answer. His silence scared . But then he said quietly, "Then I’ll love him or her enough for both of us. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find healing through them."

I pressed my lips shut, not knowing how to respond. His words touched , but they also scared . Healing? How could there be healing in a wound so deep?

Finally, Damon stood. His hand lingered on my shoulder. "You need rest, Lisa. I’ll let you sleep. We’ll talk again later."

And just like that, he walked out, leaving in the heavy silence of his room.

When the door clicked shut, I curled up on the bed, hugging my knees to my chest. My tears flowed freely now, unchecked.

Pregnant.

The word echoed in my mind like a curse. I pressed my palm to my stomach, as though I could feel sothing already there. But it was too early. There was nothing but emptiness, yet the knowledge of what was growing inside made my skin crawl.

I whispered into the dark, "I don’t know if I can do this."

The thought of Belinda finding out made my heart race. She would laugh, mock, spit venom at until I shattered. She would remind every single day of my sha. She would never let forget.

And the truth? She wasn’t wrong.

How long could I hide this? A few weeks? Maybe a month? But eventually, my belly would grow. My secret would show.

I buried my face into the pillow, muffling a sob. "I wish it wasn’t true."

But wishes were useless. The child was already there.

I hated myself for the thought, but I couldn’t stop it: Would it have been better if the healer hadn’t told ? If I had never known until it was too late?

The fear, the sha, the anger, it all swirled inside , suffocating .

And yet, deep in my chest, a small, fragile voice whispered sothing else. What if... this child isn’t a curse? What if it’s the only part of that survives this pain?

I quickly pushed the thought away, burying it under layers of fear. No. I couldn’t let myself hope. Not yet.

For now, silence was my only weapon.

I whispered to myself, a vow only I could hear: "No one will know. Not now. Not yet. I’ll keep this secret as long as I can."

But even as I said it, I knew secrets never stayed buried forever.

The door creaked open, dragging out of my storm of thoughts. I quickly wiped my face, trying to hide the traces of tears. My heart jumped when I saw who it was.

Kael.

His tall figure filled the doorway, his sharp eyes narrowing as they landed on lying on Damon’s bed. He looked as shocked as I felt.

"Lisa?" His voice was hard, almost cold. "What are you doing here?"

I froze, my lips parting but no words ca out. Kael stepped closer, his gaze darkening.

"Why are you on Damon’s bed? And why aren’t you at your post?"

I swallowed hard and quickly pushed myself up to sit. My body felt weak, but I forced a small, shaky smile. "I... I wasn’t feeling well. I had a fever earlier, so I rested here."

His eyes narrowed further, as though he didn’t buy it. "And since when do kitchen maids rest on Damon’s bed?"

I clenched my fingers in the sheets, panicking inside but trying not to show it. "I... I no longer work in the kitchen," I said quietly, keeping my eyes low. "Damon made his personal maid. That’s why I’m here."

Kael gave a sharp scoff, almost a laugh but not kind. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Damon’s personal maid?" he repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Interesting. Since when does Damon need a personal maid? Or should I say... since when does he need you?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks. His words cut.

I froze at his words, my chest tightening as though he’d just ripped away the little bit of confidence I had left. The way he said you felt like an insult, like I wasn’t worthy of anything beyond scrubbing dishes in the kitchen. My lips parted, but no words ca out imdiately.

"I’m telling the truth," I whispered. "He... he decided it himself. I didn’t ask for it."

Kael tilted his head, studying like I was so puzzle he couldn’t solve. "And you expect to believe that?"

I bit my lip hard, fighting the sting in my chest. "Believe what you want, Kael. I’m not lying."

For a mont, silence stretched between us. His eyes lingered on , sharp and searching, as though he could see right through , to the fear, the guilt, the secret I was desperately trying to bury.

Finally, he let out another scoff, shaking his head. "Unbelievable."