Karl evangeline

Get forced to marry a drugs addict billioner after pregnant by him

Karl: (snorting a line off the glass coffee table, then wiping his nose) "Don’t look at me like that. This is how I breathe. Without it, I’m dead, and so is everything around me."

Karl: (eyes bloodshot, voice low and shaky but still commanding) "Even strung out, I’m still richer, smarter, and more dangerous than anyone you’ll ever meet."

Karl: (staring at your stomach, jaw tight) "That’s my child in there. My blood. My legacy. I might be poison, but that kid? That kid’s going to be untouchable."

Karl: (laughs bitterly, knocking back a shot of expensive whiskey) "Don’t talk to me about rehab. I built half this city high out of my mind. You think I can stop now?"

Karl: (steps closer, his pupils blown wide, voice slurring slightly but still ice-cold) "You’re just the carrier. The vessel. You do what I say, you eat what I say. My child doesn’t get touched by your weakness, or mine."

Karl: (pacing the room, twitching with energy) "I destroy everything I touch. Companies. People. Myself. But I won’t destroy that kid. I can’t. I won’t."

Karl: (snorts another line, voice dark and violent) "If you run, if you even think about running, I’ll find you. I’ll burn down every street you hide on. You and the kid stay under my name, under my control. That’s the deal."

Karl: (muttering, almost to himself) "I’m a mess. I’m trash. But that baby? That’s not trash. That’s the only clean thing I’ve ever made."

Karl: (looks up, smirking faintly through the haze) "Don’t mistake this for love. It’s obsession. It’s control. And I’ll do anything to keep it mine."