He Stole My Womb, Lost All

aff as I ascended the staircase. Their opinions were irrel

me in. It was well past midnight. He moved silently, a predator in his own h

e murmured, his v

isp, clear video file just sent to me by a private investigato

ting to burn your wedding dress?"

ess stream of headlights below. "It was dirty," I said

ing people, and he knew something was wrong. "Eliza, baby, what is it? Are you having second thoughts?

d in to

er perfume, a cloying, sickly sweet fragrance I now recognized, clung to his expensive suit. I

owerful it buckled my

a dry, hea

ack. "Don't touch me," I gaspe

room, barely making it to the toilet before my body violently expelled the contents of my stomach.

med. Kayson was no longer alone. The head housekeeper and a dozen other

letter opener with a silk handkerchief. His face, however, w

. "None of you thought to check on your mi

mistake, no matter how small, was severe. A single misstep could mean instant dismissal, blacklisting,

ecade, stammered. "We... we were preoccupied with... the dress sit

er by her hair and yanking her forward. He pre

e to me,"

rialized from the shadows, grabbed the screaming woman, and dragged her

ce descended. No on

, his gaze sweeping over the remaining staff. "Perhaps a month

My voice was weak, but i

ing from cold fury to tender concern so quickly i

hey neglect you? I can't allow it." He turned his head to the terrified staff. "

room as if the devil him

single servant in the ma