My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 407

“Get out of my room, Anastasia,” Aliona thundered.

Anastasia took one look at Elliot’s sleeping form on the couch and pointed at him. She said, “Oh, I will leave, and I’m taking him with me!”

“Elliot got drunk and fell asleep in my room. What does any of this have to do with you? Leave on your own!” Aliona barked as she reached out to grab Anastasia by the wrist and tried to drag her out the door. “Get out!”

As she pulled away from her, Anastasia countered angrily, “Did he really get drunk, or did you spike his drink to try and set him up for your own schemes? As a wornan, I’m disgusted by you.”

Aliona immediately pulled out her phone to call for backup, but when Anastasia saw this, she snatched the phone away and asked snidely, “Oh, trying to call for help to throw me out, are you?”

“Give me back my phone, Anastasia!” Aliona ground out. There was an icy fury in her eyes as she eyed Anastasia murderously. This annoying pest is always trying to foil my plans!

Without another word, Anastasia threw the phone on the ground and stepped on it with her heel, breaking and shattering the screen.

“How dare you destroy my phone?!” Aliona screeched, refusing to believe that Anastasia had such a feral side to her even though she had seen it with her own eyes.

anger rushing through her. With a defiant gaze, she pointed out snarkily, “I can pay for the damages if you’d like.” Then, she assessed the nightgown Aliona was wearing and sneered, “Why bother wearing a nightgown when

demand to

still wouldn’t let Elliot be taken advantage of by the

call security if you don’t get out right

you,” Anastasia

Aliona faltered and quickly rushed up to her. “I

aside, then stormed forward to meet Aliona halfway. Soon, the two women were embroiled in a vicious fight. Aliona got slapped in the face before she could even snatch up Anastasia’s phone, and she couldn’t believe that she

you just hit me?” she

you,” Anastasia drawled sarcastically. She glanced over at the man lying on the couch. If

hand to fight back, but Anastasia clutched her wrist. She had grown up fighting with Erica, and her experience put her at an advantage. Aliona, on the other hand, had been raised

cat with all its fur standing on its back as she hysterically launched herself at

this, Anastasia toppled backward onto the ground, but when

a handful of Aliona’s hair, pulling it with as much force as

if her hair was going to be pulled from her scalp. “Let go of me, you b*tch! Let

Instead, she pinned Aliona to the ground