I trembled uncontrollably.
He knew exactly why our child died.
Those revenge–seeking enemies came for HIM.]
First they slaughtered my parents in their villa.
Then hung their bodies outside as bait for Marcus.[
When that didn’t work, they dug me out of the basement, used our baby to threaten me into calling Marcus over.
I called. But he didn’t answer.
Thinking I was just Marcus’s mistress, they decided to take their rage out on me.]
They brought over a hundred guys to humiliate me, planning to film it for Marcus.
Too bad they underestimated a mother’s determination to protect her child.
They died. Horribly.[]
That night, I held my parents‘ corpses and cried till dawn.]
Dug their grave with bare hands outside the villa, fingers shredded and bloody.[]
However long I dug, Marcus knelt beside me.]]
At sunrise, they cut our baby out.
Already gone
He held our child, kneeling before me for three days and nights.
“Reagan, my life belongs to you now.”
“My blood flows only for you.“[]
I ground my cigarette into Wendy’s chest, smile vicious.
“You’re right. It’s all my fault.“]
My biggest mistake was believing your lies.
Wendy threw herself into Marcus’s arms, sobbing.
“She’s completely insanel
Marcus just stared at me.
I reached into my pocket and he tensed immediately.]
Until he saw me pull out a cemetery receipt, he finally relaxed:
“I was gonna get the baby a new resting place, closer to us. Guess there’s no point now.”
Marcus’s eyes flashed with pain as he obediently held out his hand.
The next second, my knife severed his index finger. It hit the floor.[]
I stepped on it, crushing it under my heel, laughing wildly.[]
“Do you deserve to?”
“Marcus Steele, this is what you OWE me!“]
“I’ll collect it back bit by bit“]
I twirled the knife, moving toward Wendy-
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Marcus–who hadn’t made a sound losing his finger–immediately panicked, lunging to shield her.[]
“Don’t touch her!”
“Reagan, don’t fucking push me!“[]
The familiar expression, the familiar tone–it dragged me back to that bloody night five years ago.]]
When enemies stormed our villa, all ten bodyguards died.
The leader demanded Marcus hand me over. Once they were done with me, they’d spare his life.]
Eyes red with fury, he shielded me, barely holding his own against them.]
He said the same thing.
“Don’t push me there ain’t enough of you bastards to go around.”
Then he turned, gently covering my eyes with a silk scarf.]
“Don’t look. I’ve got you.”
“Bleeding for Reagan is my honor.“1
