"It has nothing to do with me whether she's angry or not. When she gives birth, she can just find an excuse to say the baby is dead. She will just think that it's her fault that she couldn't keep the baby. It's her blessing to pave the way for Tatiana's happiness."
Throwing the lighter on the table, he stood up and warned everyone present. "Don't let any of what I said today get out. I want her to give birth to this child safe and sound."
The right-hand man, Killian Dodgen, patted his chest and laughed, "Don't worry, Boss. That woman is stupid as hell. When we called her Ms. Chastain, she really thought of herself as your beloved wife. She brought us food and drinks every day. She doesn't even know that I was the one who selected those people who recorded the video."
Someone laughed heartily and said, "Killian, you are so mean. Why didn't you choose me? I also want to try it ...."
A fruit knife suddenly flew over and stuck into the floor between the man's legs.
The man who was joking was so scared that his face turned pale.
"Have I ever told you that Annabelle is my wife now? If anyone dares to bring up those things again, I'll end their life."
One of the younger gangsters said awkwardly, "Boss, I don't think you have no interest in her at all, but she cherishes you a lot. Aren't you afraid that one day she will find out the truth and leave you?"
Timothee sneered disapprovingly. "The big deal is that I can give her another test-tube child and raised them for the rest of her life. She's a hopeless romantic with dirty mind, and after a few words of coaxing, she will rush to lick me like a dog."
The private room burst into laughter again, and I stood at the door as if struck by lightning.
I could only cover my mouth tightly and tremble as I swallowed a series of sobs.
I heard footsteps coming towards the door, so I turned around and ran downstairs, poured myself a glass of strong liquor, and swallowed it in one gulp.
The sharp burning sensation rushed straight to the forehead, and I could not hold back my tears any longer.
I patted and grasped my chest, and the heart-wrenching words from the private room echoed over and over in my mind.
A week before my wedding day, I was suddenly kidnapped and experienced a day and night that was worse than death.
My fiancé, Conrad Ryder, held my hand affectionately and told me that he loved me and was still willing to marry me.