Pregnant by CEO's Contract

Abortion

I cried after Jack left, having handed me a stack of money as payment for using my body last night. Jack married me, but he treats me like a mistress. Ameera acts as if we are sworn enemies. No matter where I am, I always feel like a stranger.

"Ma'am, you can't cry for much longer. Mr. Jack ordered me to look after you until your health improves."

I had forgotten about the personal servant Jack had assigned to me. He had Ameera’s loyal maid serve as mine. It sounded horrible, but I couldn’t refuse.

"You can leave me alone in the room. My health will improve if I can release all my frustration."

The servant seemed hesitant to follow my words. She was more afraid of Jack finding her doing something else when she was supposed to be looking after Miranda.

"I'll wait until you stop crying, ma'am."

I decided to continue crying, feeling my body weaken with every passing minute. Without realizing it, I spent an entire day brooding over my fate, not noticing that the servant had been replaced by another during her shift.

"Ma'am, it's night already. It's time for dinner. Mr. Jack will be angry if you’re still in your room and skip dinner."

I shook my head slowly. I couldn’t bear to face Jack or Ameera. Even though my stomach ached, I chose to stay in the room without eating anything. Besides, if I died, this complicated life would be lifted from me.

"Let Jack be angry with me. I don't want to eat anything right now."

The door to my room opened, revealing Ameera holding a glass of juice. She looked at me briefly, smiled, and then approached, touching my forehead.

"You have a fever, Miranda, your face is pale. I made you a special fruit juice. Drink it; it tastes good."

I felt suspicious of Ameera's kindness. She was the one who disliked me the most, yet suddenly, she was showing me extra attention.

"I don't like juice," I replied firmly.

"What’s wrong with you? Did Jack say something bad to you? Ah, I just remembered Jack gave you some money this morning. Did he pay for your body?"

My eyes widened in shock when Ameera said that. My anger flared up; I couldn’t accept that my body could be bought and sold.

"What do you mean, Ameera? Do you think my body can be pawned for some money?"

Ameera’s annoying face made me want to slap her. She acted sweet but was rotten inside.

"You're trying to cover up that you and Jack had s*x last night. Let me warn you, he’s my husband, and don’t expect Jack to treat you like his wife. You’re only paid to bear a child, nothing more, Miranda!"

I clenched my fists tightly. Ameera really made me want to tear her face apart.

"I never wanted to take your husband, Ameera! He did it of his own will. Why do you seem anxious and scared when Jack is with me? Aren't you barren?"

Seeing Ameera’s face tense up with restrained anger was a satisfaction of its own for me. Watching her fall silent after trying to insult me was the priceless payback I desperately wanted. That woman acted as if Jack would leave her for me, even though it was clear I meant nothing to Jack.

"You dare, you slut!"

Ameera grabbed my hair tightly, slapping my face with her hand while hurling insults at me. I couldn’t fight back with my weakened body. I screamed for Jack, hoping he would see his beloved wife’s behavior.

Jack arrived quickly and immediately stopped Ameera, pulling her away from me. His face showed panic, disappointment, and suppressed anger in his eyes.

"What’s going on? What’s wrong with you two?"

Panting, Ameera started crying. She clung to Jack in front of me, acting affectionate as if trying to make me jealous.

"Miranda refused the fruit juice I made especially for her. I knew she wasn’t feeling well, so I made her juice, but instead, she cursed me and called me a barren woman, Jack!"

That snake of a woman! I truly hated Ameera. Did she make up a story just to look right in Jack’s eyes? It was clear she was the one who came to insult me.

"Why did you do that to her, Miranda?"

And Jack, the fool, believed it right away because of his love for Ameera. I wanted to scream out loud, explaining how terrible Ameera really was, but I had no strength, and I knew my voice wouldn’t be heard.

"She came here first and insulted me, calling me a slut! Ameera is lying to you, Jack!"

Jack looked at Ameera, who shook her head, refusing to believe my words. Of course, I must be the one at fault again.

"If you don’t believe me, you can ask my personal maid; she’s been standing there since earlier and saw everything. Go on, tell Jack!"

I pointed towards my personal maid. She looked nervous, and I kept urging her to speak. Ameera’s glare was sharp, as if she was threatening my maid. I hoped the maid wouldn’t lie in front of Jack this time.

"Mrs. Ameera is right, sir. Mrs. Miranda insulted Mrs. Ameera, calling her a barren woman, and then refused the juice Mrs. Ameera made with all her heart."

That’s it; my fate was sealed. No one would defend me, even if I was right. It seemed the maid didn’t like me either. That was why my life was far worse than before.

Of course, Jack acted firmly. He released Ameera’s embrace and grabbed the glass of juice from the table. He forced me to drink the juice in front of him as a sign of respect for Ameera. I was stunned by Jack’s anger.

"How dare you call my wife barren! Drink the juice she made, or I’ll make you regret it!"

Tears flowed down my cheeks. I stared at Jack’s eyes, which were red with anger. My body felt weaker, but I tried to appear strong.

"Why are you crying? Can’t handle my bad attitude towards you? I’ve told you before that you’re just a woman I bought to give me a child! Don’t act as if you’ll be my wife forever."

I took the glass of juice. Doubts filled my heart about the drink Ameera had made, but I couldn’t refuse because I knew Jack would be even angrier if I did.

"Drink the juice now!"

I quickly drank the juice Ameera had made, and within minutes, my stomach began to hurt intensely. I screamed loudly, clutching my clothes while Jack seemed indifferent to me.

"Why is she acting like that?" Jack asked Ameera.

I could hear Ameera’s soft words, making me even angrier.

"She’s just trying to change the subject. You should leave the room. Let me handle her," Ameera replied, slightly panicked.

I grabbed Jack’s hand as he was about to leave, nearly making Ameera’s eyes pop out of her head. With a groan, I begged Jack to take me to the hospital because I was sure something was wrong after drinking the juice Ameera made.

"Please take me to the hospital."

"Jack, just go. Let me handle her. Maybe she has a stomach ache because she’s about to menstruate."

Although Ameera tried to pry my grip off Jack, I didn’t give up. I got up from the bed and hugged Jack’s legs while crying. He could see bloodstains coming from my lower body.

"It’s not my period! It’s because of that juice!"

I spoke with some anger. Seeing Ameera’s fearful and worried face confirmed my suspicion. I hoped Jack would help me because the pain I was suffering was becoming unbearable. But the cruel man remained calm, prying my hands off his legs.

"Ameera wouldn’t harm you. You’re just being overly dramatic."