His Empire, My Vengeful Return

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le commanded. Her voice sliced

sprang forward. One created an imposing barrier, his sheer size an immovable obstacle, while the other h

ery nerve ending, felt stretched to its breaking point

lease, just let me have my baby safely. I'll

sk of cold fury. She ignored my pleas, her gaze fixed on

e screen of the phone Clarabelle held, now positioned to capture the scene, showed my face, distorted by pain and terror. My hair, matted with sweat, c

rd closest to me. His face was impassive, unmoving, a wall

ps. "Early? Well, isn't that just perfect timing." Before I could react,

ntation stole the air from me. My vision blurred into a kaleidoscope o

g whisper, "it won't be a concern for long. J

consuming everything. It was a searing, tearing sensation, unlike anything I had ever ex

read beneath me on the floor. The sterile scent of the hospital

elf, recoiled slightly. Their faces twisted with a mixture of disg

l, desperate push. Then, a mu

A deafening, ab

t sound? It wasn't the cry of a newborn, the swee

r. A vast, terrifying emptines

n before. It pressed down on me, suffocat

ing the floor. But there was nothing to see, only encroaching s

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into a dull throb. It was replaced by a terror so p

the word a ragged tear. "No, no, no." It was a desperate, primal denial, but the col

t Clarabelle, but her companions, finding perverse humor in my ut

re, simple life, shattered into a million irreparable pieces. The warmth of unconditional maternal love, a lov

l of it evaporated like mist in a scorching desert. It was all a lie. A cr

, stilled. A chilling clarity descended upon me. The wor