killed once claimed too late

‎“Please… please don’t do this… please.” ‎ ‎She pleaded. ‎seraphina's voice was already hoarse from long hours of crying. she had been kneeling since a while ago, just immediately after she was forcefully dragged into the hospital with her palms pressed flat together and her forehead just slightly above the tiles, to anyone she looked just as pitiful. ‎ ‎Some nurses stood nearby their expressions stiff with darting eyes as they avoided being caught watching to much of the scene in front of them. ‎ ‎In front of her stood her husband, Julian vale. The very man she had fallen for since college, still looking handsome as ever, the only difference from then and now was the fact that he wasn't protecting her anymore, now he was sure to kill her without thinking twice, the painful part was he could get away without even trying, considering he is the third most feared powerful young master in the city. ‎ ‎Julian stood tall with his blinding brood and manly shoulders, completely untouched by the scene in front of him. ‎ ‎He looked down at her disgusted like he was looking at something dirty on the ground. ‎ ‎Standing beside him was her sister. ‎No—her adopted sister. ‎ ‎Marianne stood, with her hands folded neatly in front of her, watching Seraphina's desperate yet helpless figure she curved her lips into a soft, almost sympathetic smile. To anyone watching, she looked worried and Concerned, just like a sister would be. ‎ ‎Only she knew better. ‎ ‎“Please believe me Julian” she sobbed again, crawling forward despite the pain she could feel shooting through her knees. ‎“I’m begging.. you. I really didn't’t do it. I swear I didn’t do it.” ‎ ‎Her husband didn’t respond. His eyes remained steady and unfeeling. ‎ ‎She lifted her head to look at him, tears blurring her vision. “I’m pregnant Julian.” ‎ ‎The words fell into the room like shattered glass. ‎ ‎The nurses stiffened. Someone sucked in a quiet breath. ‎ ‎Her sister's expression went soar, but it only lasted for bearly a second before she regained her composure. ‎ ‎“A whole Four months,” she whispered, she had never been this desperate, one hand subconsciously flying to her stomach as if she could Shield the child. “i am four months pregnant. Please… please, listen to me. The baby is yours. It’s your child.” ‎ ‎He finally moved. ‎ ‎But not toward her—instead he moved slightly back, as if even the thought repulsed him. ‎ ‎“Stop lying,” he said flatly. ‎ ‎The words were calm. Controlled. most of all, it was more painful than shouting would have ever been. ‎ ‎Her chest tightened. “i am not lying. I would never do that—please, just try to remember. That night… you were drunk. You came home late. You could even barely stand.” ‎ ‎Her voice trembled as memories forced themselves forward. ‎ ‎She had helped him inside. Taken off his jacket. Served him food that he barely touched. And then helped him change. ‎Then all of a sudden, he got out of control, she tried to stop him because she knew how much he hated her and that he would regret it the next morning, but no matter how she fought he had more strength than her. ‎ ‎"so if that's true, why did you keep it a secret, why didn't you tell anyone till today?" Marianne asked, her voice sweet and little. It was enough to melt any mans heart, no wonder Julian fell deeply for her. ‎"because I knew how it would end and I didn't want to come between the both of you" ‎ ‎He laughed quietly. ‎ ‎It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t cruel in tone. But it shattered what little hope she had left. ‎ ‎“You disgust me,” he said. ‎ ‎The words pierced straight through her. ‎ ‎She shook her head violently. “I’ve never been with anyone else. Never. You know that. You’ve never even touched me unless you were drunk. I’ve always—” ‎ ‎“Enough.” ‎ ‎His voice cut through her like a blade. ‎ ‎He turned slightly, his gaze flicking toward the doctor waiting nearby. “Proceed.” ‎ ‎Her breath caught. ‎ ‎“No!” She immediately scrambled forward, grabbing at his trousers as her sobs turned more desperate, she clutched into them as if they were her last anchor. “no Please, I’ll do anything you want. I Will kneel. I’ll apologize. I’ll disappear if you want. Just—just don’t kill my baby. Please!” ‎ ‎She turned suddenly, crawling toward her sister instead. ‎ ‎“Sister… please,” she cried, clutching the hem of her dress. “You know me. You know I would never do this. You know how much I’ve suffered. I begged Father to adopt you. I shared everything with you. Please for the sake of everything—help me.” ‎ ‎Her sister bent down slowly. ‎ ‎Her fingers brushed her hair with a kind of gentleness that felt almost affectionate. ‎ ‎