Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 147: Only one left alive

Amelie stepped out of the room dressed in a striking deep red halter-neck bikini. The top featured a daring plunge neckline that highlighted her curves, while the low-rise bottoms hugged her hips perfectly. Draped over her shoulders was a sheer, chiffon-like robe that flowed softly around her, brushing just past her mid-thighs.

Her small baby bump was gently visible beneath the fabric while she had her hair tied in a bun.

"Let’s go for a swim," she said with a bright, excited smile.

Gabriel, who had been idly scrolling through her phone, stopped. His eyes lifted slowly, locking onto her as if the world had come to a halt.

"Wait, let me check my phone once," Amelie murmured, turning toward the table to pick it up.

She unlocked the screen and began scrolling through her messages, most of them from her mother and Katelyn. Just as her eyes skimmed over a text, her breath caught.

She hadn’t heard him move, but she could feel him, Gabriel was right behind her. His hand circled her waist as he drew her closer to him and took the phone from her before placing it on the table.

"You look irresistible and sexy in this," Gabriel murmured, his voice husky against her ear before he gently nipped at her earlobe, drawing a quiet, stifled moan from her lips.

The veins on his forearms tensed as he turned her around to face him. With a subtle yet firm motion, he slipped his knee between her legs, coaxing a sharp intake of breath from her.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, matching the bold hue of her bikini, as the color spread up to her ears. Gabriel caught it with a smirk before leaning in and capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

Amelie’s hands gripped the edge of the table behind her, grounding herself as their bodies pressed close. Heat built between them with every second. His hand rose to cradle the curve of her neck, angling her closer, deepening the kiss until the world around them faded into a haze of breathless want.

As they pulled away, both of them gasped for air.

"I’m glad we switched to a private resort," Gabriel murmured in a possessive voice. "Just you and me here... no wandering eyes to see you in something this sexy."

Amelie let out a soft chuckle. "The staff is still around, you know."

"Still better than the attention you got at the last resort. One even tried flirting with you when I was talking with the resort staff, not knowing what it could land him into," he muttered, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw.

"You don’t need to think about it again. I told him I’m married and my lovely husband wouldn’t spare him if he heard him," she asserted, her eyes gleaming. She raised her pointer finger, caressing the side of her neck, where the vein was visible.

His gaze dropped to the small bump beneath her sheer wrap, and his hand followed, tenderly caressing it. "Are you sure it’s safe to swim in your condition?" he asked again, concern flickering in his eyes.

"I’ve been swimming since I was a kid," Amelie reassured him with a small smile. "I’ll only stay in for ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Besides, I am in just my first month."

Gabriel studied her for a bit, then nodded. "Alright. Let’s go."

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"Where’s Princess Katelyn?" Karmen asked, glancing around the living room.

"The Princess has come down with a fever," Albus responded calmly. "The maid mentioned it’s the onset of her heart cycle."

"Oh... I hope she recovers quickly," Karmen said with concern.

"She should. I’ve already informed the Queen, and she instructed us to give the Princess a pill to help ease the symptoms," Albus added.

"Have you given it to her yet?" Karmen asked.

"Miss Skye is bringing it. She’s on her way now," Albus assured her.

"I see."

He wanted to approach Katelyn, to make a proper apology, but the thought of getting close to her now felt impossible. He resolved to give her space, to wait patiently for a few days until she seemed ready to face him again.

Just then, a familiar voice broke through his thoughts. "What are you doing here, Karmen?" Karmen turned toward the prince and instinctively bowed his head in respect.

"I... I come by daily, Your Highness," Karmen stammered, lifting his gaze to meet Casaio’s steady eyes.

"Since you’re here, bring Zilia. I need to interrogate her," Casaio said, his eyes fixed on Karmen.

"Here? In the mansion?" Karmen raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Yes," Casaio replied, bringing a cigarette to his lips.

Karmen noticed immediately that the prince had been unsettled ever since he learned about Zilia. Without hesitation, he bowed respectfully. "As you command, Your Highness," he said before turning to leave for the prison.

Casaio settled into the living room couch, his gaze distant and heavy. He called to Albus with a low voice. "Make sure no word of this leaves these walls."

Albus nodded firmly. "It won’t, Your Highness." He then stepped away to quietly instruct the servants to the garden outside the mansion, away from prying eyes.

Casaio let the butt on the ashtray and pressed his fingers on his forehead. "I need to decide for Zilia’s punishment soon," he murmured to himself.

Karmen returned with Zilia, her wrists bound by cuffs, but the shackles had been removed.

Casaio gave a subtle nod, signaling Karmen to leave, and Zilia was left standing alone in the room.

Minutes passed in heavy silence before Zilia finally broke it. "Are you thinking—?"

Casaio cut her off in his unusual cold voice. "Tell me, what was your purpose here? The man who was aiding you is dead. You’re the only one left alive because the torture hasn’t started, yet. But it will soon if you don’t open your mouth." His gaze drilled into hers with ruthless intensity.

Before she could open her mouth, Casaio stood tall before her, his hand wrapping around her neck in a firm grasp.