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You Killed My Love, Now Beg For It

You Killed My Love, Now Beg For It

Author: Frosthymn
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Chapter 1 The Blatant Favoritism

Word Count: 1500    |    Released on: Today at 10:01

are in ruins. We need Adrian's help, and you can't even manage this one simple thing for

ed a negative pregnancy test report right at the

t. But she didn't say a word. She simply bent down, p

three years, and every time they slept toge

ed to have children. Wha

She can't even give Adrian a baby. No wonder he doesn't like her. If I had known, I w

, tying the knot with the second son of the pr

gotten along, and they di

oftened. "You're right. My sweet girl is beautiful, in perfect shape, and healthy enough to give any husba

her mother's shoulder. "That's only

family would bounce back like this, I never would have let Isabella marry Adrian in your place. I

rd this exact sentiment coun

Maggie. Belinda gave her eldest daughter all the best th

as usually just scolde

died, the favorit

e despised the Knight family's sudden financial decline and refused to suffer

g for Isabella's opini

s harbored a deep grudge over the substitute bride arrang

d her with nothing

t all, tears pricke

t brother, Colin Hudson, shot Isabella a glance an

lled with the constant sound of Maggie's spo

olin chimed in to agree wit

ed like a perfectly ha

ilence, was the only o

d clear the table, and then grabbed h

topped her. "Wait a minute. I

paused. "

dropped the bombshell. "Since you can't get pregnant,

e, her brain short-ci

ughters of the Hudson family. What's the difference? As long as Maggie can conceive the Knig

at her mother was suggestin

yet the difference in how she

elinda couldn't bear to let her eldest daughter su

back on top, she wanted Maggie

ting toward the center of the living ro

was busy taking pi

to make sure she looked pretty becau

smiled an

smile. It was incredibly gentle

never smiled a

he company is drowning in debt-what do you expect him to

the front door. "Alright, it's settl

e slammed the door rig

son house, the heat was blasting, keeping

lack, with fine snow drifti

n the courage to knock on the door and be

through the floor-to-ceiling windows before turnin

nce getting married, though Adrian rarely came home. Most

ready midnight. The villa sat pitc

itch. Her body felt strangely wea

chill, she quickly washed up a

y. Lying there, her heart felt completely hollow, and no matter ho

help but thin

like a furnace. Just lying next to him was

being intimate, she always hoped he

.

of running water in the en-suite

It was barely seven. Given the hour, it meant Adrian had like

hurried downstairs to make breakfast. Just as she was setting

ich only sharpened his intense features. He was strikingly hand

she had always been dr

d her head and murmured, "Breakfast is

He simply took his seat at the table an

nor, but she didn't actual

m him, she tried to str

was unhappy again. She complained that I showed up alone and

aving no patience for her compla

apped her m

beside his plate, elegantly dabbed at his mouth, and drop

after breakfast-Isabella kn

ed, she abandoned the dis

ower, Adrian was already sitting on t

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