Damien's POV"To Keep or Not to Keep?"My thoughts were jumbled as I watched my ex-wife's sleeping form. Despite all the torture, she still slept so peacefully. Perhaps she had given up on escaping completely. Right now, she was even willing to do whatever I said. She was now just an empty shell.She was no longer fun to torture. The sex wasn't that good if she just lay there unmoving, letting me do all the work. She would stare at me with such blank and emotionless eyes. Even when I hurt her or made a remark about her pregnancy, she didn’t flinch."How boring," I thought. I had successfully broken her; that much was certain. But what the hell was I going to do with a broken vessel? I had my entire revenge plan laid out, and none of it involved turning Emelia into an emotionless zombie.For the first time in three weeks, I agreed with the doctor about going too far. Perhaps I shouldn't have forced the sex on her. I hadn’t thought she would be so easily traumatized. Too bad. She wasn’t
Third POV“Will you take it yourself, or should I shove it down your throat?”Damien’s voice was stern and unwavering. Emelia knew that no matter how much she begged, he wouldn’t go back on his word. Her hand, which rested on her stomach, was trembling violently. In that moment, she wished for death, just to make the suffering end. How could she take these pills and kill the baby inside her?Though she didn’t know who the father was, she still cared for the child. It was the only thing keeping her clinging to her miserable life. And now, she couldn’t even hold on to that. The realization left her feeling helpless and pathetic. Who knew if Winter was even searching for her? Maybe he wasn’t, and that’s why she was still trapped with Damien.Damien scoffed coldly. He reached forward to grab her, but she quickly dodged his grip. “I’ll… do it myself,” she whispered, taking the bottle with trembling hands. Damien handed her a glass of water from her bedside table, leaning back against the w
Third POVEmelia was admitted to a hospital. Ashton was by her side. Though he wasn’t allowed into the examination room, he still refused to leave the hospital. He was seated outside the ward, waiting for the doctor's summons, when Winter and Emmett arrived.“How is she?” Winter asked worriedly. He had just received news of her rescue and immediately came to the hospital.Ashton glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. “Alive. Still waiting for feedback.”“And how long will that take?” Winter asked.“Does it look like I have a medical degree?”Winter and Emmett exchanged looks but didn’t say anything. It was clear Ashton wasn’t himself. They all sat in the lounge, waiting impatiently for the doctor to finish his examination. After what felt like hours, the older man, dressed in a white lab coat, finally made an appearance.He glanced at the three men, all powerful in their respective fields. It was a very rare occurrence to have three wealthy and famous men in his hospital at the s
"Emelia, do you still have the courage to seduce my son now?!” Molly Walker was triggered when she saw her beloved son in the arms of that unlucky woman! Winter was her child whom she had cared for and loved. Though she still had a younger son, Emmett had never shown interest in the family company; he preferred acting and earning his own fortunes. When their company had faced bankruptcy, wasn't it Winter who had skillfully revived it? Everywhere she went, she received praises from other aristocratic women who were all envious of her son. Her child was not only good-looking but also very smart and well-mannered. The only flaw was his poor health. However, she wasn't willing to let that stand in the way of him inheriting the family fortune. Which was why she had brought Emelia along to care for the company on Winter's behalf. Who knew this treacherous woman would go as far as to steal her son? Even after she offered her so much money, Emelia not only clung to Winter's side, but she wa
'She won't come.''She has no reason to see you again...''You lied to her...'Ashton's fingers shook as he finished typing the text message. He was a bit reluctant to hit the send button, not thinking he could handle the disappointment of being rejected at the moment.He liked to think that he was open-minded about the matter. If Emelia indeed chose not to see him again, or even asked him to stay away from her, Ashton liked to think he’d comply with her wishes without a mental breakdown. But that was all his wishful thinking. The truth of the matter was, at this point, he didn't think he could live without her. He loved her to his core and was willing to do whatever it took to have her by his side.But she had refused to even look at him in the hospital. And how could he blame her for that? He was the one who had endangered her life in the first place; he had lied to her about his identity. The most sensible thing would be to stay away from him.It had taken him days without seeing h
"Are you sure you don't need anything?""No, I'm fine." Emelia placed her hand on her stomach. She was already nine months along. Since she refused to stay in the hospital until delivery, Winter had gotten her a nurse to look after her at home.At first, she had been annoyed at the close monitoring. Everything she did was being closely watched—the food she ate, the drinks she had, the clothes she wore, even the number of steps she took. These days, she couldn't even walk down the stairs without multiple people watching her closely. It wasn't just the nurse; even the house help was part of it.Emelia always rolled her eyes at the anxiety of those around her. It was just a pregnancy, and she would give birth any day now, so she didn’t think there was anything to worry about.These days, she didn’t do much. She had been home for months, barely going anywhere. Winter had reluctantly gone back to the office after the first few months, though he always came back from time to time to check o
Winter arrived at the hospital not long after. A nurse directed him to the VIP Ward, where Emelia was stationed. "How is she?" he asked the nurse waiting outside the room.Though she was Emelia's personal caretaker, the hospital had rules against non-family members staying in the labor room. "I'm not sure, but based on how much pain she's in, it won't be an easy delivery."Winter gritted his teeth, planning to go in, but Agatha tried to stop him, wanting to point out that he wasn't properly dressed. Thankfully, the doctor walked out and guided him to put on something more suitable. Agatha sighed in relief, knowing how cold and distant her boss could be; she preferred to avoid any interaction with him if possible.After changing out of his suit, Winter was brought into the hospital room. Emelia was lying on the propped-up bed, her complexion very pale, her face twisted in pain. She barely noticed Winter's arrival, not until he stood by her bed and whispered comforting words."You? When
Emelia’s mind spun as she stared at the intricately designed invitation. Ashton, the man she loved, was getting married. He had moved on. The reasonable part of her was happy for him; it was best that they stay apart after all, and having different partners was the best way to do this. Honestly, she didn't think it would hurt this much. She bit her lips unknowingly, looking aggrieved and uncomfortable. Winter, who had been watching her closely, couldn't help but laugh, but there was no joy in his eyes. So, it was like this; she still couldn't let go, even after so long. "What are you thinking about? It's just a wedding invitation. It's not like you are being forced to go." Although, it would be to his benefit if they went. He wanted her to see Ashton marrying someone else with her own eyes so that in the future, she wouldn't dare think of a life with him. Wasn't he good enough as a husband? Why was she still obsessed with the heir of an underground organization whose business was