To Save My Daughter, I'll Bear His Child Again

Chapter 2

I didn't answer, letting my black-silk-clad knees brush lightly against his trousers.

The growing bulge beneath his slacks told me my gamble had worked.

Steven couldn't resist me. He still wanted me and was jealous of the men who'd touched me.

What a joke.

He was the one who had sent me to prison. How could he expect me to remain chaste for him in that hellhole?

Steven turned vicious, pinning me to the table and roughly tearing open my shirt.

When the cold air hit my exposed chest, panic gripped me.

Sure enough, his gaze froze on the two scars across my abdomen.

One fresh, one old.

"You had surgery?" he demanded. "What happened?"

My heart lurched. One of these was my cesarean scar.

Would Steven realize I'd borne him a daughter?

His ice-cold fingers traced over my scars. My heart hammered, goosebumps rising across my skin.

The prison's delivery conditions had been abysmal. Malnourished, I endured a day and night of agonizing labor before a doctor finally performed an emergency C-section.

After giving birth to our daughter, I was left half-dead. The incision hurt so much that I couldn't get out of bed for three months.

The other scar held a different secret, intimately tied to Steven, one I'd sworn to take to my grave.

Forcing a smile, I hooked my legs around his waist. "The inmates had twisted games. You wouldn't want the details, Mr. Jones."

He struck me first, then tore off the rest of my clothes.

Bloodshot eyes glaring, Jones snarled, "Maeve, do you have a single honest word in your mouth?"

His hand moved beneath my skirt and entered me roughly.

A cry of shame and pain escaped my lips before I could stifle it. The dryness made everything worse.

Despite having given birth, I kept my figure in perfect shape, and my breasts had even grown a size larger. I was still tight down there, so much so that the doctor who examined me mocked me as a natural for the nightlife.

These were all assets that drove men wild, but this time I focused solely on winning Steven's favor.

Sure enough, the tightness erased any hesitation in his movements.

He took out his hatred on me like a beast, leaving me feeling torn apart.

I endured in silence, making no sound.

Reliving the past brought no pleasure, but this was exactly what I wanted.

I had to conceive a child with Steven to save Hailey.

He gritted his teeth and snarled, "Don't close your eyes! Look at me! Are you thinking about the men who f****d you in prison?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Steven, why do you care if your enemy's daughter f****d other men?"

Steven fell silent for a moment before answering bitterly, "It disgusts me."

Yes, how could he possibly care about me?

In the past, I was just a tool for his revenge, broken by his cruelty.

But now, I wouldn't be hurt again, because he, too, was just a tool for me to save Hailey.

When he was done, Steven warned coldly, "I've sent Mike to get the morning-after pill. You're not going anywhere until you take it."