My Ex's Uncle, Here Are Your Twins

Inside a cramped, gloomy, and damp room, Amy Roland, heavily pregnant, was sprawled on the bed, feeling extremely low-spirited. Her good-for-nothing fiancé, Jonson Grant, in a desperate bid to patch up his failing business, had not only thrown her into the bed of his uncle, Leo Grant, but also locked her up in this godforsaken place. Here, she was cut off from the world. To add insult to injury, as the days rolled on, Amy found herself pregnant. And Jonson even planned to use the unborn child as another bargaining chip with Leo. The moment this dawned on her, Amy shook with fury and fear. ''Jonson, you're lower than a snake's belly!' Amy spat out in her mind. Just then, the door was flung open by Jonson. Amy's heart jumped into her throat as she saw him stagger in, drunk as a skunk. His face was as red as a beet, and he stumbled all along. Seeing Amy sitting on the bed, he hobbled over to her, bent down, and slurred in her ear, "Hey, sweetheart, guess what juicy gossip I heard today? Leo Grant's back in town, and he's got wind of your little bun in the oven." Jonson deliberately blew his sickening booze breath on Amy's face. "Do you reckon he'll treat you like a prized possession, or will he break your legs like he did to me, and then boot you out of here?" As he said this, Jonson suddenly gritted his teeth. Leo Grant, a young guy who held the reins of the Grant family, was notorious for his ruthless streak. After sniffing out Jonson's dirty trick, he had broke Jonson's legs and blew his scheme wide open. But because Amy had been hidden away by Jonson, Leo had been chasing shadows, unable to find her. If Leo thought Amy could use her child as a pawn... The terrifying thought hit Amy like a ton of bricks, and the memory of Leo pinning her down on the bed eight months ago came flooding back. Back then, Leo, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, had been a wild animal, ravaging her with reckless abandon. His sweat, mixed with the stench of tobacco, his burning desire, as well as his fiery kisses were all as fresh in Amy's mind as if it had happened yesterday. In the end, Leo, slightly sober, had warned her that those who played tricks with him would pay the piper! Amy couldn't help but tremble all over. She wasn't scared for her own safety; she was scared for the little life growing inside her. No, Leo would never let her keep the baby. She had to make a run for it right away! Casting a glance at the open door not far away, Amy seized the moment while Jonson was still reeling. She gave him a hard shove and bolted. "Damn you, you filthy w***e!" Jonson cursed, not hesitating to give chase. The outside was pitch black, and Amy, with her big belly, stumbled several times. She dared not stop, fearing Jonson would catch up. ''Jonson is really nuts!' The thought of what might happen if she was caught again sent shivers down Amy's spine, causing her steps to falter even more. But he eventually caught up. "You think I can't catch you because I'm lame, you b***h?!" said Jonson. He continued to say, "Where do you think you're running to, for Leo? Do you think that cold-hearted bastard will care about you?" He yanked her hair, pulling her in front of him. Just when Amy thought it was curtains for her, she heard a loud bang. Jonson's wrist was pierced by a bullet, and the strong smell of blood filled the air. Amy opened her eyes to see a car abruptly pull up in front of them. The car door opened, and Leo appeared before them. His black shirt hugged his strong body, his features sharp and handsome, his presence commanding, especially his ice-blue eyes, which slowly fell on the two of them like blades. "Jonson, hasn't anyone ever told you to be a gentleman when dealing with ladies?" Leo's deep voice rang out, and several burly bodyguards surrounded them. Due to the sharp pain, Jonson couldn't help but tremble all over. He let go of Amy and fell to his knees with a thud. Looking up at Leo, who was taller and stronger than him, Jonson couldn't help but plead, "Uncle Leo, please spare me. I didn't mean to hurt you, but I have no other choice!" Jonson grovelled like a dog, but Leo showed no trace of sympathy. He adjusted his immaculate cufflinks and looked down at his disheveled nephew. "Jonson, the family taught you to keep your dignity even in death. You've really let me down." "No, Uncle Leo, you can't do this to me, you can't!" Leo's words were like a death sentence that made Jonson drag away. His cries echoed through the night, and soon, Leo's scrutinizing gaze fell upon Amy. She tried to meet his eyes, hoping he'd see the sincerity in hers. "I didn't mean to deceive you. If Jonson hadn't forced me, I wouldn't be here," she pleaded with her head up, trembling like a stray puppy. The scene was reminiscent of that fateful night. Back then, she had sat before him, pitifully clutching his pants and begging him to save her. She had claimed it wasn't her fault, that she'd been drugged. She promised to disappear and never bother him again. To be honest, he had missed the feelings from that night. She had been obedient, her body soft, and the way she moaned on top of him had easily stirred his desires. But what did it matter now? She had deceived him once, and now she was doing it again. He despised being lied to more than anything. Not wanting to waste any more time, Leo called his trusted aide. "Louie, take her to the hospital. I want to see what they think they can use to threaten me." "No, Mr. Grant, the baby is innocent! Please don't!" Amy was dragged into the car, and Louie, sitting in the front seat, tried to reason with her. "Ms. Roland, please cooperate. You're making this difficult for us, you know?" "Help... help me..." Amy's weak plea came shortly after the car started moving. Louie glanced in the rearview mirror and was startled by the sight of Amy covered in blood. "Oh my goodness! She's about to give birth!"