He Stole My Womb, Lost All
rriage caused by his ex-wife. He had her face branded and her legs br
her. She was pregnant with his child, and th
carriage, he had my womb secretly transpl
t, he threw me into a room of savage m
as destroying a
t daughter of a family so powerful they coul
almly pressed the panic button on my b
pte
with my fiancé's ex-wife draggi
k. Two burly men, their faces impassive, held my a
head back. Her smile was a slash of triumph in her perfectly made-up f
in my lower abdomen. I gasped, a st
voice a hoarse whispe
ned in close, her breath hot and smelling of expensive champagne.
hard across the face. The world swam. A warm, sticky wetness began to
graced a dozen magazine covers, stood silhouetted against the afternoon light. His ey
t, a sob of relief c
back, admiring her handiwork. The pool of blood was spreading around
lood, on my pale, tear-streaked face. For a moment, the world
y the throat, lifting her off her feet. Her eyes bul
ed, his voice a low, terrif
all. The sound of bone hitting plaster echoed through the
tle as he gathered me into his arms. "Eliza, m
me was slipping away with every drop o
orridors, and the quiet, devastating finality of a doctor' s
is knuckles were raw and bloody. He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and
s as swift as
n Camille Perry. H
a man who specialized in covering up gang affiliations, permanently brand her face with the word "
anyone saw of Camille Perry, the glamorous socialite, she was being pushed out of a black va
his voice hoarse with emotion, as he held me in my hosp
I woke up screaming from nightmares. He showered me with gifts, with affection, with a devotion so absol
d protector, the man who had waged a war fo
m. God, how I
ep. The mansion was quiet, the air thick with the scent of thousands of white roses
eard the voices
familiar tenderness. "It's almost o
that sent a jolt of ice water t
. You said you'd leave her. And
gasp. I pressed myself against the wa
ne placating. "The wedding is a necessar
e crack in the door
Perry in his arms, his hand stroking her hair. Her face, a g
, her voice muffled against his sui
. "And I'll make it u
er eyes were glittering with a venomous light. "I want her to feel wha
my breath, praying. Say
nly a fraction of
was a qui
's voice was sharp, suspicious. "After
more." He tilted her chin up, his thumb tracing the jagged scar on her cheek. "Don't wo
ped her arms around his neck, pulling h
ushing her away gently.
od ran
ly rounded stomach. "He's a strong little fighter. Just like h
yson snapped, his voic
d was tilting on its axis, the carefully constructed