t with your current condition,
ed blindly out of the hospital doors. But just a second later, she was yank
by's father is Waylon-yes, Waylon-from the powerful Holden family! This child could make us filthy r
ed out, her body trembling,
a fire ripped her world apart, taking her
ment he realized the wealth her family once had was long gone, some
reached a new low-he planned to
iver had shoved her int
unborn child to squeeze money out of Waylon. And she knew-if she didn't escape tod
e screech of tires cut through the air. A car pulled up, and
lden..." Oliv
her used to be a loyal servant of the Sullivan family.
gut-wrenching flashes. The sealed room. The suffocating tension. The sound of fabric tearin
she's pregnant with your child. I-I wa
uld hear the fear woven into every
on of the president of the Holden Group. In
ped a note colder. "Ms. Sulliva
olden, please help me. Oliver... He's trying to force me into an abortion." She reached out,
Mr. Holden, she's lying! I wouldn't dar
es landing on Adeline's hand as he w
st, his arms were seized,
into a stretch limousine. Her body was shoved onto the s
r ankle. "Don't touch me!" she gasped, the
as ever, popped open a medical kit and dipped a cotton swab in antis
But that didn't mean she trusted Waylon. To her,
features showing no emotion. "Ms. Sullivan, I'm sure you understand my
essed together, refusing to answer. She could feel the weight behind his que
tter," Waylon added, a faint
the baby was truly Waylon's or not, it was still a stain they refused to bear. She drew in a shaky breath before whispering hoarsely, "Mr. Holden, I d
ing. His silence
an abortion. Please... Just let me live. I'll disappear-I'll leave
nt the words left her lips, a sudden jolt of
before he slowly raised his face to meet hers. His lips curled into a slow, sharp smile as her face contorte