His Betrayal Created A Ruthless Queen

Ciera was sitting on an examination table, whimpering, while Hilton held a cotton ba

still pond. Hilton looked up, his expre

e you following me now?" he sneered, his voi

rly disconnected from the reality of w

talk." I took a step forward, my hand instin

nto the silence,

narrowing with fury. She looked at Hilton. "Pregnant? You

the fear of losing her golden goose. "I can't do this! I can'

ici, baby, wait!" He grabbed her hands, his eyes pleading.

e spat, his voice loud enough for the gathering crowd of nurses and onl

I would never. You know how she is. Cold. Untouchable. We haven't been together like t

ing our child, our history, my very humanity, al

rs started

fe, right? The

pregnancy? Th

k how much he loves Ciera

e carefully constructed drama Hilton and Ciera had staged. My body was an empty vess

was so immense it looped back on itself

aux sympathy. "Look, Aleta," she said, her voice cloyingly sweet. "I feel for you, I really

ial whisper. "He belongs to me now. A man like Hilton nee

smirk. Then, she did something that sha

revealing the delicate line of her collarbone. There, tatt

month anniversary," she purred.

er trousers, which were hanging low on his hips. Just above his hip bone, I saw it. A mirr

spered, her eyes glittering with malice

grand, all-consuming passion I had yearned for, the devotion I had dreamed of, he had given

sing, that it had no room for me. Not for my l

m had been a joke. A pat