Apologies, Mr Playboy. I'm Pregnant.

the gates of the estate, Camille's legs nearly gave out bene

this time-I promise

wrapping around her lungs. She could

as the only thing that kept her from

gentle, but there was an edge to it-a k

itted to it. He tried to kill me... he tried to kill me, Ms Elizabeth, and he said..." She looked around wearily; suddenly,

her expression unreadable. "You're sha

wants me dead, you heard him, Ms Elizab

that whatever she heard, she forgot immediately. And though she felt pity for Camill

he heard Pierce. She had been right here with her when he... when he threatened her. "You know what I need, Ms Elizabeth?

at Camille softly. "I can't help you, Camille. But if you want to

I don't... I don't need to calm down. I need to see the Gene

t. You can'

eed to see him now!" Camille declared,

udience with," Ms Elizabeth said sharply. "It's

't wait for

slapping against the marble floor

o it again... The thought crossed he

the General's study. The door was slightly ajar, but when she pu

n Camille's dictio

probably get her in trouble with the General, but she was already in so much trouble. The hell P

bedroom, in what Ms Elizabeth ha

outside the double doors of the General's room. Their expressions didn't c

lle demanded, her voice steady as

" one of them

ed forward, but the other soldie

step

her ears. "Tell him it's

k tomorro

aving unless I do." Camille's face grew sweaty, her eyes blinkin

can

her side of the double doors, and the soldiers

a couch, clothed in a bl

amille had learned about the General-it was that even in wa

aste time. "

en, the faintest twit

trembling despite her efforts to steady it.

t the elevato

s breath

k

aware of? "Did you also know that the elevator wasn't a

hadn't done that much," the Gener

hen why hadn't he warned her? Instead, he sent her to him. "Your son tried to

she had dared seek an audience w

en? You'll go back to prison? Let them execute you for your father's murder?"

ong with the General and his son, but they had both gone ma

her life. She stared down at her baby bump, then back at him. "You can

t reach his eyes. "I neve

the room tu

nd when the time comes, when it's safe for a C-section..." He paused, letting the words sink in. "I'll cut my heir out of yo

; his threats ch

hey were a promise... a promise she knew h

dress for support. She forced herself to meet

hen you injected his sperm into yourself? Did you think this woul

into her palms hard

final. "Adhere to my terms. Make my son f

bursts, tears pooling in her eyes

die at the hands of my son? Our deal won't be broken, and I wil

her to pick a better death. No offer of hope, nothing-sh

es too," she stuttered, grasping at

ver meant to be

and, without another w

her body numb, her mind racing. She bit her fingers as she tri

stepping inside before sinking onto the edge of the bed. She

thing would turn out fine. But she feared not th

to survive the many accide

open. Camille's

ouetted in the doorway,

had come, and she had no id

nfidently. "If you're here to finish what you started," she said, her voice hollow, "don't bother. You've succeeded,

didn't

rides. Camille didn't move-she stood and met

ing just enough to make her pulse roar in her ears. His f

gh gritted teet

l did you ge