Stella stepped inside the cabin with her eyes casted down on the carpeted floor.
"No need for you to look so grumpy." Taylor spoke up as he followed her inside. He was about to continue with his small lecture, but something else caught his attention as his eyes trailed to the figure of a man who was sitting in one of the chairs while sipping on some brown colored liquid.
"What are you doing here?" The words left his mouth and he turned around to face the man who looked as if he owned the jet, which he kind of did.
His words rang through Stella's ears and she finally looked up. The corners of her lips turned up as her eyes landed on the man who was leisurely sitting back before her. The shine which her hazel orbs had lost earlier when she gave up all the hopes of reuniting with her husband, began to return.
"What took you guys so long? It was starting to feel a little boring here." He spoke up in a nonchalant way as he put down the glass on the small acrylic table before him.
"What are you doing here?" Taylor repeated the same question as he took a couple of steps towards him.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that question? Or what is she doing with you?" He answered with a question of his own. "I did not expect this from you, Taylor." He shook his head as he got up from his seat. Shifting his attention to the girl who was looking at him with a hopeful expression, he spoke up. "Come here, child."
As if his words were the only thing she was waiting for, she strutted through the aisle and hugged him from the side, right after approaching him.
"He didn't lay a finger on you, did he?" He spoke to the lady softly as he patted her back.
"Well, he didn't. His men abducted me." She answered him, still clinging to his figure. "Thank you so much for coming." She muttered under her breath, but her voice was loud enough for him to hear.
"Why wouldn't I come, stupid brat? I cannot just sit back and let him have his way with you if that is against your wishes, which clearly it is." He spoke to her in a loving tone, completely forgetting about the existence of Taylor.
"You should leave." Not being able to stand quiet any longer, Taylor spoke up.
"I am not leaving anywhere, not without her." Carston gave him a threatening look.
"Are you going to stand against your son, and side with her?" Taylor spat back at him. "I am taking her with me, and you won't interfere in this matter."
Carston scoffed after hearing his son's word. "You do realize that you aren't the one she loves? Why do you keep forcing your feelings and yourself on women who don't feel the same way? As if what you did to Elena wasn't enough, you now want to kidnap a woman who's already married and pregnant?" He added as he threw glaring daggers at the man. "I don't remember raising you this way."
After hearing his father's words, Taylor stood rooted to his spot, too lost to say anything in return. "W-what did you say? Married and p-pregnant?" He asked him, stuttering through his words. He shifted his eyes to her stomach which wasn't bulging out. "H-how?"
"What do you mean by how?" Carston let out a chuckle. "The way it happens for others. And if you meant who's the father? The father of the twins is her beloved husband." He answered him.
"But, he is dead!" Taylor spoke up with confusion written on his face.
"Who said that to you?" Carston questioned him, raising his eyebrows like he was hearing a joke.
"Because I killed him." Taylor yelled at the top of his lungs after hearing his father. He was having a hard time believing that Stella was really pregnant and that the father was no one else, but Adam. Even after dying, Adam had managed to show him his place, and it didn't settle well with him.
"I didn't know that my son has become a murderer." Carston scoffed after hearing his confession. "And here you were, kidnapping a woman. Why do I have to step in every time to clean up your mess?"
"I didn't ask you to do that for me. You do it yourself. And didn't you kill her parents as well. Who do you think I will turn out to be like if not my father?" Taylor accused him back, thinking that it might force Stella to step away from his father.
"I didn't want to kill them then. I just wanted to have her mother be with me after forcing Ethan into a comatose state. But it was my bad that she was with him and the impact killed both of them." Carston scowled at him as his grip on Stella's shoulder tightened.
"I don't care what happened then. I just want to spend the rest of my life with her." Taylor pointed his finger towards Stella and spoke up in a demanding way.
"She doesn't want to spend her life with you. And looking at the wound you have, I think she might have made it pretty clear to you." Carston added, pointing his chin towards his face.
"But she will love me sooner or later. I will make sure that she stays happy." Taylor retorted back. "And as for the child, she doesn't need his child. We can always have a new one. Right, Stella?" He stared at her face with hopeful eyes.
Hearing his spiteful words only added to the rage of the duo, but before either of them could say anything in return, someone else beat them to it.
"I don't think she'd want that. And it will only happen if I let you take her."
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