“What do you think of pregnancy?” Bella’s voice was soft at first, almost sweet—but it twisted with each word, turning sharper, darker.
The question jolted Lilian from her thoughts. She blinked, confused, trying to understand why Bella would suddenly speak about something so… intimate, so personal. Her lips pressed into a thin line. But she didn’t let confusion show for long. Her eyes narrowed, cold and unwavering, cutting through the room like a knife even though her arms were bound, her body trapped.
“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice low, sharp, and dangerous.
For a moment, Bella faltered. Her back prickled with sweat. Lilian’s gaze—it was ice, unflinching, merciless. But Bella quickly masked it, forcing herself to stand tall, to look calm.
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“It’s exactly what I
