His face went pale. “Ma’am, you can’t keep delaying! It’s dangerous—you have to deliver. Your life is at risk!”
I bit down on my screams and braced myself to argue—but before I could say it again, Sullivan’s men stormed in.
One grabbed my arms. Another took my legs. They lifted me like a rag doll and dragged me from the hospital bed.
Behind us, the doctor frantically shouted, “Her vitals are dropping! If you take her away now, she could bleed out! That’s three lives at risk!”
But they didn’t give a damn. Not a bit. They hauled me straight to the press conference hall like some kind of animal.
All of Sullivan’s mistresses were already there—some with swollen bellies, some barely showing.
Then, without warning, his men injected us with fast-acting labor-inducing drugs.
The room descended into chaos. Agony echoed off the walls. The air filled with the sharp, metallic stench of blood. Women cried out, clutching their bellies, collapsing one by one.
“Even if she has his heir, it’s not like we’d ever replace her!” one woman wailed. “So why do our babies have to die?! Oh god—it hurts! Someone help!”
I fought. I bit, kicked, clawed—tried to knock the syringe from their grip. But they overpowered me…
The contractions I’d held off came crashing in like a tidal wave. Blood poured down my thighs. I screamed until my throat ripped open.
That cry ripped through the room, and the mistresses broke even more—panicked, confused, their voices clashing over one another.
“Wait, they injected her, too? But she’s about to give birth!”
“If she’s not in labor yet, then who gave birth to the heir?”
“Who wants all of us dead?!”
I collapsed onto the floor, my body shaking, my vision spinning. Using my remaining strength, I gritted my teeth and pleaded to the guards at the door.
“Call a doctor! We’re going to die here!”
And just then, the doors swung open.
Shannah walked in, dressed in a flowing white gown, her arm looped sweetly through Sullivan’s. She looked radiant—rosy cheeks, glowing skin, not a hint of exhaustion. She didn’t look like she’d given birth. Not even close.
Sullivan stopped in his tracks, taking in the carnage—blood smeared across the floor, women writhing in pain, the whole room engulfed in horror.
But Shannah just wrinkled her nose and gasped. “Oh my god… Did all these women miscarry?” she asked, eyes wide. “Who would do something so cruel? Why not let the poor babies be born?”