Chapter 308
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 308<\/p>\n
**Chapter 308: Don\u2019t Be Sad**<\/p>\n
**Deanna\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
With a steady breath, I grasped the microphone, feeling its cool surface against my palm.<\/p>\n
The atmosphere in the room shifted, a palpable tension hanging in the air as I stepped forward. A sea of reporters, their eager faces illuminated by the harsh lights, quieted\u2014if only slightly\u2014each one raising their recorders as if they were weapons, ready to capture every syllable that would escape my lips.<\/p>\n
As I stood before them, the weight of their scrutiny pressing down on me, I began to articulate my thoughts, deliberately choosing my words with care.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, everyone. I appreciate you all being here today.\u201d<\/p>\n
A murmur swept through the crowd, the anticipation crackling like electricity.<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand that many of you arrived with hopes of uncovering something scandalous. However, I must apologize for any disappointment. The photographs you\u2019ve seen are nothing but fabrications.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, feeling the intensity of their gazes bearing down on me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are two points I need to clarify.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFirstly, I have no relationship whatsoever with Mr. Davenport. Those images were taken completely out of context.\u201d<\/p>\n
As soon as the last word left my mouth, I noticed Rachel signaling to the staff. The massive screen behind me flickered to life, illuminating the dimly lit room with hotel security footage that played out like a scene from a movie.<\/p>\n
The footage revealed the same hotel room in question.<\/p>\n
I was the first to emerge, stepping out into the hallway, and just moments later, Malcolm followed closely behind me.<\/p>\n
He made his way onto the stage, a reassuring presence.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, everyone. I\u2019m Mr. Faulkner from the Grisclaw Pack. Deanna and I are friends. As you can see in the footage, I was present as well. I was simply escorting her to the hospital for a routine checkup.\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused, allowing his words to settle among the reporters like a heavy fog.<\/p>\n
\u201cAs for the reason Mr. Davenport was at the hotel, the truth is much darker. He drugged Deanna through illegal means, and I was the one who intervened to bring her out of that situation.\u201d<\/p>\n
A ripple of shock coursed through the crowd, whispers erupting like wildfire.<\/p>\n
The reporters, sensing blood in the water, unleashed a barrage of questions.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho drugged Ms. Wiley? Is there any proof?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who is the father of her child? Surely there must be a man involved!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about the hospital report? Is that genuine? How do you explain your pregnancy?\u201d<\/p>\n
As the questions bombarded me, I took a deep breath and steadied my resolve.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I am pregnant. The father is my boyfriend, and we have plans to marry.\u201d<\/p>\n
She lowered her phone, locking eyes with me across the crowded room.<\/p>\n
Then, a chilling smile crept across her lips, a silent warning, before she turned and walked away, disappearing into the throng.<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Wiley! Who is your boyfriend? You need to tell us now!\u201d the reporters clamored again, their voices rising in urgency.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes! Don\u2019t keep us in suspense!\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm moved closer, his voice a low whisper, filled with concern. \u201cDeanna, what\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n
I tightened my grip on the phone, my knuckles turning white under the pressure.<\/p>\n
Why did they insist on pushing me like this?<\/p>\n
Every time I mustered the courage to take a step towards Luis, every time I believed I was inching closer to happiness, Ruth would strike, tearing at my resolve.<\/p>\n
Was I truly so unworthy of love?<\/p>\n
Frustration and heartbreak surged within me, boiling like molten lava, rising until the ringing in my ears drowned out everything else.<\/p>\n
And just as the overwhelming noise threatened to consume me, a familiar, gentle voice broke through the chaos.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be sad, Deanna.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2390","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2390","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2390"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}