Forced to Carry The Billionaire's Heir

Synopsis:

I thought I had the perfect marriage—five years with Killian, the billionaire who swept me off my feet.

But my perfect life shattered when I was kidnapped and injected with a drug. I woke up pregnant, with no memory of what happened.

As if that wasn’t enough, I discovered my husband’s sex videos with his secretary on his phone. Horrified, I passed out—only to wake up to Killian’s furious screams and his hands tightening around my neck, trying to kill me.

“Who got you pregnant?! I can’t be the father! I’m infertile!”

Desperate and heartbroken, I crossed paths with Jacob—a dangerous and commanding stranger who claims to be the father of my child.

“I know everything about you,” he said with a chilling smirk. “And I’m the only one who can help you.”

But Jacob doesn’t realize that Killian isn’t ready to let me go.

“I’m not done with you, Kaye,” Killian growled. “You’re mine!”

Now, caught between two ruthless men and haunted by the secrets they both keep, I must find a way to make an impossible choice.

Should I trust the husband who mistreated me but whom I still love?

Or the man who kidnapped me, violated me, and forced me to carry his heir?

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Kaye’s POV

"Wait! Where are you taking me? No! Please, let go of me!"

I screamed, struggling with all my might, but their filthy hands held me in place. My desperate pleas for them to release me were met with nothing but cold silence. Fear gripped me, creeping into every part of my body as their hands tightened around me.

I couldn’t see their faces. Masks covered them entirely, adding to the terrifying aura they radiated. Their presence alone sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t stop trembling. Panic clawed at me. All I could do was beg for my life.

“N-No! Someone, help me!” I cried out, my voice cracking.

But it was useless. There was no one around. The streets, despite it being broad daylight, were eerily empty.

“You’re coming with us!”

Their voices were harsh and unfamiliar. I couldn’t see their faces, but I knew behind those masks lay menacing expressions.

A white van screeched to a stop in front of us. My heart sank. They forced me inside, shoving me so hard that I nearly collapsed. My entire body trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat forming on my forehead. And before I could even comprehend what was happening, they blindfolded me.

“W-Where are you taking me? Please, have mercy!” I begged, my voice breaking with every word.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was just on my way home after running an errand—one that Killian sent me on.

He had asked me to buy something for him, insisting it was important. I wasn’t feeling well and had hoped he would come with me, but he brushed off my request.

"Just go on your own. I’m too busy," he said.

To make matters worse, he didn’t even offer to send a maid or the driver with me. I had no choice but to go out alone to get what he needed.

And now, here I was—taken, terrified, and helpless.

“No, please!” I screamed again, my voice hoarse from shouting. Tears streamed down my face as desperation overtook me. “Please let me go! I’m begging you!”

“Shut up,” one of them barked coldly. “There’s nothing you can do!”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry from fear. I couldn’t stop the thoughts running through my mind. W-What was going to happen to me?!

“Open the smoke!”

“W-What are you—”

Suddenly, a strange scent filled the air. I didn’t know what was happening, but my head started spinning, my thoughts growing hazy.

“No…”

And then, everything faded to black.

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I woke up when the van came to a stop. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage, each beat louder than the last. The doors opened, and rough hands grabbed me again.

They lifted me like I was nothing and carried me out!

“P-Please, I’ll do anything! Just don’t hurt me!” I sobbed.

They didn’t respond. The silence that followed was more terrifying than any threat they could have uttered.

As they carried me to an unknown destination, all I could do was pray that someone—anyone—would come to save me before it was too late.

They laid me down forcefully. My entire body was trembling with fear and dread. I could feel the cold surface beneath me, and before I could react, they pinned me down.

“What are you doing to me? No! Please, let me go! Please!”

I sobbed uncontrollably, my cries echoing in the room. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to break free, but their grip was too strong.

Then, I heard voices. They were muffled, unfamiliar, and spoke in hurried tones. My heart pounded louder with every word they exchanged.

“Is the injection ready?” one of them asked.

“Yes, it’s ready,” another replied.

“Good. We need to inject it into her now. Master’s orders. We have to move quickly.”

Their words made my blood run cold. Injection? What were they planning to do? Panic surged through me, and I wiggled against their hold.

“N-No! Stop! Don’t do this to me! Please!” I screamed, my voice hoarse and broken.

Before they could proceed, a loud bang suddenly echoed in the room. It sounded like a door had been slammed open with tremendous force. Footsteps followed—calm, deliberate, and approaching us.

The atmosphere shifted instantly. A chilling, dangerous presence filled the room. It was suffocating, like an invisible weight pressing down on me. My throat felt dry, and I swallowed hard, fear tightening its grip on me.

Then, I heard a deep voice.

“Is she ready?”

His voice was unmistakable—deep, smooth, and dripping with authority. It was dangerously alluring, the kind of voice that could both captivate and intimidate you.

I couldn’t see him, not with my eyes covered, but I could feel him.

“W-What are you doing to me? P-Please, let me go!” I pleaded, my voice breaking. “I need to go home. My husband—he must be looking for me!”

He chuckled, his tone laced with something sinister.

“Your bastard husband will be fine,” he said, dismissing my concerns with chilling ease. “You’ll be fine too. This won’t hurt much. Think of it as nothing more than a tiny ant bite.”

I froze as I felt his breath near my ear. His voice dropped to a whisper, soft yet menacing, “Relax, darling. It’s for your own good.”

Chills ran down my spine, and I whimpered in fear.

“No! Please, don’t do this!” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

Another voice joined in. It was sharp and commanding, with no hint of hesitation.

“Inject the drug. Do it now.”

I screamed again, struggling with every ounce of strength I had left. “No! Stop!”

But my screams fell on deaf ears. I felt the sharp sting of a needle piercing my skin. A cold sensation spread through me, and my mind began to blur. My resistance faltered as darkness started to cloud my vision.

“No…” I whimpered weakly.

I was slipping away. My body felt heavier with every passing second. The last thing I felt was hands on me, tugging at my clothes.

They were removing them.

“No…” I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me. I couldn’t fight anymore.

And then, everything went black.