★ Clara pov
I stood before my husband,his imposing figure radiating power and dominance. I felt his hand raise my chin, forcing me to look up into his piercing eyes.
I was barely at his shoulder height, but the aura he emitted made me feel small and vulnerable.
Marrying Damon, my life had become a storm. He had made it clear that I was to stay in his mansion and serve him as nothing more than a plaything. The moment we left my father's house, he treated me like trash.
I never expected him to disappear after three months of torment. On that day,I felt relief, but it was just for the main time when I began to feel nauseous and kept vomiting, prompting me to take a test.
“Mrs Clara congratulations you are pregnant” these words sounded like a knife against my chest,I cried my eyes out. I had never imagined I would carry a child for the beast who had tortured my life. But the child was innocent.
Three weeks passed, and I took care of myself and my baby. I improved a lot and gained weight, feeling stronger.
Then came the day of the business meeting in the city. To my horror, I encountered the man who had taken my innocence—the father of my child. I was crying inside, unsure of how I would even face him. At the conference, I tried to hide, covering my face with a mask and a cap, but it didn’t last long.
“Clara?” I heard his voice call out, and my heart sank. I tried to ignore him,I took a few steps ahead, pretending not to be the Clara he was calling out to.
"Come here," He stood with an imposing figure, hands in his pockets. At this point, my heart raced, and panic surged through my veins.
At this point, I felt like my mind was going against my body, as if I were being controlled remotely. I turned back to him, moving slowly, my legs wobbling beneath me.
I was scared, but I didn't expect him to suddenly hold me In his arms, his arms wrapping around me while he caressed my hair, kissed me gently, holding me closely in his arms, as if he had missed something important.
He was so close that I could hear the gentle rhythm of his breathing. For a moment, my heart felt warm. This was the man who had tormented my life. I ended up falling asleep in his office, as he had refused to let me go home.
This sweet treatment didn't last long; he soon became a beast, using me as his plaything, and I was pregnant, I was too nervous to inform him.
One day, he left for work and returned with bruises all over his body. I held him and began to treat his wounds, unable to stop my tears. The injuries were so deep, they reminded me of my mother's body when she jumped off the cliff.
Few weeks later, I came back from work at a late hour and froze when I saw Damon sitting in the living room. Expensive red wine was on the table, and a cigarette hung from his fingers, creating a thick cloud of smoke that filled the air.
My heart raced, and panic surged through me as I noticed the pregnancy test paper crumpled on the chair.
"It's... I..." I stammered, words failed to form in my lips.
"You are pregnant, aren't you?" His cold, commanding voice left no room for lies. Tears began to well up in my eyes; I was terrified of what he might do to my child.
"Yes, I... am," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Who's the father?" he demanded, his tone growing louder.
"What...?" I gasped.
"You dare to sleep around for only three months I left you!”
The child is yours,You are the only one who has touched me!" I screamed, the fear fading as my fury took over. I could never cheat, despite everything he did to me. Tears streamed down my face as I stood my ground.
Damon raised my chin violently, forcing me to look straight at him. "If the child is mine, then abort it," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"No, it's my child, and I won't kill it." I felt his grip tightening around my hand, intense and unyielding, but I couldn't back down. This was my child.
"Have you forgotten you said you would do anything?" he taunted, his eyes piercing into mine.
"This is my child; I can't kill it." Tears streamed down my face as I fought to hold my ground.
"You seem to like it the hard way, don't you?" he sneered.
"You aren't qualified to carry my child." He leaned down, his face inches from mine, the danger radiating off him like heat.
"I and my child didn't do anything to you," I whispered, my voice trembling.
"Ohh, Clara, my dear," he said, pulling my face closer to his, a smirk playing on his lips.
"It turns out that the person who colluded with my uncle to kill both of my parents twelve years ago is my father-in-law. You are only suffering a bit of his sin.”
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