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"The doctor's words echo in her mind: 'It's your second pregnancy, Miss Taylah. You can't abort this baby because your body is already weak from the last abortion. You must take good care of this child.' She grips the steering wheel tightly, her hands trembling.
She presses the break, and the car jerks to a halt on the side of the road. The headlights of passing vehicles make her feel momentarily dizzy. She takes the report paper, gently strokes it for a moment, then clutches it tightly, a bitter smile appearing on her crimson-coloured lips. She touches her belly and takes a deep breath, her face shadowed with grief. If he finds out about this pregnancy, he will definitely insist on aborting this child too. She can't bear the thought of losing this child as well. Her heart pounds with fear. She feels neither sad nor happy about the tiny life growing inside her. Taking a deep breath, she accelerates and continues driving. It's around 7 p.m. She hopes he won't come home early. Since their wedding, he has never returned home early, always arriving at midnight. The butler opens the door with an awkward look, which she understands. 'Did he come home early?' she asks calmly. "Mr. Davier is in his study. He asked to see you when you got home, Miss Taylah," the butler says, bowing respectfully. He has never acknowledged her as Mrs Davier or shown her any respect. Instead, he constantly humiliates her in front of everyone, his words like knives stabbing her heart. "I will meet him after I freshen up," she says, heading toward the stairs. She doesn't want to put the butler in a difficult position, knowing he is the only one who cares about her. After taking a shower, she puts on her usual night dress and goes to meet Mr Davier. She hesitates outside his study, her body trembling, but she forces herself to face him. After a few moments, she knocks on the door. "Come in," his tough, majestic tone sends a shiver down her spine. The screeching sound of the door breaks the silence of the room. She walks slowly into the study, moving with the elegance and fragility of a swan, her beauty overshadowed by her fear of him. His gaze slips away from the book he is reading and traces up and down her figure. "Where did you go?" His intense voice sends a shiver down her spine. She doesn't look up, not wanting to meet his eyes. Her body trembles, and she bites her lower lip to hide her weakness. "Speak," his deep, harsh tone commands, making her flinch. "I... I went out for a while... I... I was... bored... I..." her words falter with fear. Her eyes dart around the room, and her eyelashes flutter with sudden palpitations. "Do you need me to investigate?" he asks, closing the book and removing his glasses. His eyes hold a cruel glint. She clenches her clothes, her lips trembling. She dares not lie to him again. "I... I went to the hospital," she says quietly, her body still trembling. "For what?" he scoffs, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm... I'm not feeling well... I had a stomach ache... so I went to see the doctor," she says, looking away. When she hears the sound of the chair moving, dread fills her stomach with each of his steps. His gaze is full of suspicion. He picks up his mobile and calls someone. "Investigate where Miss Taylah went this evening," he says sternly. Miss Taylah... They've been married for over two years, but he still calls her Miss. She knows she will never truly be his wife or his love. Her heart aches with a pain that feels like cold poison. The truth is she hated him as a teenager, but after marrying him, she began to like him, even love him. A woman falls for a man who treats her coldly, she isn't exceptional. "If it was only a stomach ache, you are safe. If not, be ready to face the consequences," he warns cruelly makes her flinches at his words. He walks away from her without looking back. Her small hope shatters into pieces. The little life inside her is now in danger, and the threat comes from the child's own father. Her legs tremble at his warning. Quickly, she heads to her room, grabbing her mobile phone and some money. She knows he will try to make her abort this child too, but she refuses to do it. This innocent child doesn't deserve to die. What crime has it committed to deserve such a fate? Sneaking into the hall, she makes sure he doesn’t notice her as she slips out of the house and into her car. She doesn't have much money. She has managed all the household expenses herself because he hasn't given her a penny in these two years. Surviving without a job has been hard, relying only on her savings and occasional help from her grandparents. She has hidden the truth of her cruel marriage from them. She starts the car and drives away as fast as she can. She hasn't even changed her clothes. The only thought in her mind is to escape from her demon husband and protect her baby. She can't drive too fast because her stomach starts to ache. Her weak body signals that her child is in danger. She feels a mild pain in her abdomen and touches her belly gently while driving. She tries to make a U-turn, but suddenly... BANG... With a big hit, her car swerves, and the screeching sound pierces her ears. She slams on the brake, hitting her head on the steering wheel, which then presses heavily against her stomach. Gasping in pain, she grabs at the fabric of her dress, feeling a wetness on her thighs, but the pain in her stomach distracts her. When she looks out the window, she's shocked to see him walking towards her car with his girlfriend. The pain in her stomach is intense, but it can't compare to the pain in her heart. Sweating and unable to tolerate the agony in her stomach, she tries to open the car door, but before she can... He yanks the door open in anger. She is afraid and pain etched in her face seeing the devilish husband of her stands there like a reaper of her unborn child. Her cruel life started two years ago by mistake. But it wasn’t a mistake; she was framed and pushed into hell by her sister's selfishness.“How dare you come to me and ask for sponsorship after what you did to my girl? You were photographed with her, and you didn’t even take the picture down until it had spread like wildfire across the entire city.” Laurence shouted at Ivano, who remained silent, unable to act rashly in the situation. And right now, the only man with enough power to help him was Laurence. “I won’t make excuses, but I won’t let anyone hurt Taylah. You can believe me.” “I don’t see a future in you, Ivano. Do you think I didn’t run a background check on you? The whole city knows how stubborn you were when you cut ties with your father…” Ivano rolled his eyes in annoyance. What did that have to do with him dating Taylah? Laurence seemed completely unreasonable. “Because things went south in a way you can’t even imagine. You wouldn’t understand because you have a family that supports you. Meanwhile, I’m alone.” Laurence’s expression changed. He had an understanding family? Laurence scoffed sarcastica
The morning wind made Taylah stir out of her deep slumber. When she felt the weight on her, she only then realised who it was. Ivano was practically strangling her in his sleep, yet he lay there peacefully. Taylah’s cheeks flushed as she took in the morning view of the man she barely knew. Last night had been so much fun. They had had dinner and gone for a walk, and even though Ivano had covered his entire face, he was still recognised by fans and chased by them. They had both ended up running through the streets, only to slip into a dark alley. There, they had burst out laughing without even realising it. She had never laughed like that before. It felt stupid and childish, yet so blissful. Later, they had a few drinks at Ivano’s so-called apartment and ended up sleeping together. She had never felt this safe with people she once knew. Ivano was different, she knew it instantly. But it was a bit overwhelming, since she had let a man into her personal space without truly knowing
Taylah chuckled foolishly at the sight of themselves walking through the empty streets of Credence City. Ivano was dressed in a black mask, a jacket, and every possible layer that could hide his identity from fans recognizing him as the legendary gamer he was. “You look like a cinnamon roll wrapped in every kind of clothing imaginable.” “I just didn’t want us to be bothered by people who know me for who I am. This was the only idea I could come up with.” Taylah nodded as though she understood his situation, but she still couldn’t help chuckling at the older man. Her chuckle faded when his hand slipped between her fingers. Taylah had often imagined holding his hand and walking through the streets like any other ordinary couple, but the moment he actually held hers, a shiver ran through her body. “May I?” Taylah gave a small nod, a sudden surge of femininity crashing over her like a storm. “I grew up cycling around this city until I caught the attention of paparazzi and got assau
She was shown to the front row by the staff, but Ivano was nowhere to be seen. Uncertainty crept in, she didn’t know how she was supposed to act here. Should she approach someone for guidance, or stay silent until the show ended? Again, those stares. They pressed against her, suffocating. This was why she had always disliked high society, the wealth, the judgment, the unspoken hierarchy that lingered in every glance. Just as her composure began to slip, a shadow fell in front of her. Ivano. He stood there, blocking her from view, as if he were quietly shielding her, protecting her from everything she wasn’t ready to face. She didn’t mind standing in Ivano’s shadow. It felt safe like he was taking the force of everything meant for her, blocking out the judging gazes that threatened to swallow her whole. “The show is about to start. Let’s go to our seats.” Taylah nodded, and the two of them settled in. Soon, the show began, models gliding down the runway with effortless grace. T
“Hey… hi. There’s a fashion show in my city, wanna join me?” The message popped up, and Taylah sighed softly. She had clearly told him she would reach out once she made up her mind but it was always Ivano, trying to persuade her with one ridiculous excuse after another over the past week. “I got two reservations for us. It’s okay if you don’t want to…” Gosh—so childish. Taylah chuckled to herself, imagining how he must look while sulking over something so simple. Suddenly, something struck her thoughts. What the hell was she thinking? "Time and date?" She replied. To her own surprise, she found herself enjoying the chaos Ivano stirred within her. She had never intended to reply but in the end, she did. Ivano quickly sent the time, date, and the location of the venue. Taylah’s fingers moved swiftly as she searched for it, her lips parting in a soft oh at the sight of the upscale buildings standing tall and proud. It was the kind of rich neighborhood she would never usually ste
“What if my past bothers him?” That was a hard question but Dicentra always had a way of answering with another. “Doesn’t he already know? You practically made headlines back then with the divorce.” Taylah fell silent. Of course, he knew. Maybe not every detail, but enough, at least a vague idea of her marriage. The point was, he knew. “Girl, don’t overthink it. Our paths were never beds of roses, you know that. Give it a try. And if it doesn’t work out, just walk away.” It sounded simple, almost too simple but for the first time, it felt possible. Maybe she should try… try to let someone love her, scars and all. “It’s a big decision for me, Di. But you’ve got me. Thank you.” “Silly, I’m always here for you.” They both laughed, the sound light and warm, before turning their full attention back to the food. Since Ivano had decided to pursue Taylah, it only felt right that she knew more about him. Dicentra sighed softly and began to share. “Ivano… he used to be just a part-tim
“Is your father still angry with us?” A sudden gloom settled over the dining hall, thickening the air. “You know how stubborn he can be.” Taylah stood there, confused, lost in the fragments of a past she didn’t fully understand. Laurence let out a soft chuckle and gently explained. “Your mother
Taylah stood by the window, leaning lightly against the frame, her gaze turned toward the sun as it poured a golden glow over her skin. Her clothes hung loosely from her body, quietly hinting at curves she no longer tried to hide.Weeks had passed, and her health, both physically and mentally had i
The trio settled into the garden, sunlight filtering through the leaves as the maids served them coffee and light snacks.“We came by your house last weekend,” Louis said gently. “But they wouldn’t let us in. They said no one was allowed to see you.” His gaze lingered on her. “What’s going on there
A few days later... Taylah stirred awake from her restless sleep, her eyes hollow, stripped of any spark. Bruises bloomed across her body, alongside wounds only half healed, the memories of the cruel days refused to fade. When the butler knocked, his voice was a soft murmur at the door. “Miss Tay







