Chapter 6 - THE PENTHOUSE PRISONER
The black SUV idled outside Abini’s crumbling apartment building like a sleek predator in a junkyard. Rain lashed against the windows as Gideon stepped out, flanked by a massive bodyguard holding an umbrella.
Abini opened her cracked wooden door to find the billionaire filling her narrow hallway. He didn't ask for permission; he stepped inside, his dark eyes scanning the peeling wallpaper and the single electric heater.
“You’re packing your things,” Gideon said, his voice stripped of emotion, purely transactional. “My child will not be born in a place where the roof leaks.”
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“I’m not a piece of property you can manage, Mr. Okoro,” Abini shot back, her chin lifting in defiance.
Gideon took a step closer, erasing the distance between them. “You carry my blood. That makes you my responsibility. You will live in my penthouse. You will have the best doctors in the hemisphere. And when the child is born, we will discuss arrangements. But right now, you belong with me.” It wasn't a request, and as she looked into his eyes, she saw the terrified, protective man from that rainy night fighting through the icy CEO persona.
