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

Chapter 9

I wiped my tears, signed the death certificate, and left the hospital.

Steven's car was still at the entrance—he hadn't left.

With Owen dead, he was beginning to let his guard down with me. Time was running out. I had to seize the chance to get pregnant quickly.

I hurried toward his car.

Suddenly, someone covered my mouth from behind and dragged me backward.

I watched helplessly as Steven's car drove farther away!

I struggled wildly, but a sharp pain stabbed my neck.

The man behind me had a knife.

"So you're Owen Shepard's daughter? We've been waiting for you!"

My whole body broke out in goosebumps.

Were these the victims Owen had persecuted? After hiding for so many years, they'd finally found me.

They dragged me through a deserted underground parking garage.

The sharp pain in my neck reminded me that tonight could be my last.

If I died, I couldn't imagine what would happen to Hailey in the hospital.

In the dim light, I vaguely recognized a few familiar faces.

I tried to stay calm. "I sent you money. I gave you everything Owen left!"

The man sneered. "You think throwing us some money is enough? Your father owes every one of us a life!"

I felt a chill in my chest. I screamed, instantly realizing what he intended to do.

My clothes were ripped off. The ringleader pinned me down, his foul breath and spittle hitting my face—a hundred times more disgusting than Leo.

I tried to kick him, but he grabbed my hair.

The back of my skull slammed against the concrete. Pain exploded behind my eyes.

I heard someone's flash go off. They were taking pictures, recording video.

"You want to sell yourself at a club? You'll serve us first!"

I thought I'd stopped caring about this body long ago. But humiliated tears still flooded my eyes, blurring my vision.

Through my blurred sight, I glimpsed Steven's figure.

Dust swirled as the man on me was sent flying into the wall with a kick. The recording phone clattered down and smashed under Steven's heel.

I thought it was a desperate hallucination until his coat, bearing his familiar scent, wrapped around me.

His warm touch made it all seem unreal.

Steven lifted me like in our passionate days.

For those three years, he'd treated me like a precious jewel, never letting my feet touch mud.

Now I lay naked in the filth while he stood radiant, his brilliance stinging my eyes.

"Steven, how dare you face your dead parents? If not for hiding this woman in prison for three years, we'd have had our way with her long ago!"