Page 270 of Hate to Love You
This isn’t happening. It can’t be.
“So, I guess we’re going to have to take care of that, before you go to auction.” She laughs to herself.
“No,” I hiss, finding my voice as I suddenly understand her intention.
Polina says nothing, biting her bottom lip as the evilest of grins spreads across her face.
“I won’t let you kill my baby!” I scream at her.
“You think I’m going to abort it?” She sneers, throwing her head back. “Sweetie, an Antonov heir is far too valuable to just throw in the garbage.”
A single tear rolls down my cheek. I try to breathe, but the air strangles in my lungs.
I’m pregnant. With Roman’s child. Our child.
“No, I’m going to keep you, until you pop. And then I’m going to take the child from you.”
“No, you won’t,” I spit, pulling away from the hands that hold me, only to be yanked back again. “That’s my baby! I will never let you have my fucking baby!”
“I will have it. And there’s nothing you can do about it. The moment that little brat enters this world it’s mine. I’ll have the heir to the Antonov bloodline.” A sinister smile fills her face. “The best bargaining chip to secure power.”
“My child is not your fucking bargaining chip!” I shout at her, fighting against the strong arms that restrain me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it, at least until Roman is dead and I’m in charge,” she smirks. “And then? Well, you know… accidents sometimes happen.”
A sweaty hand reaches across my stomach, rubbing it roughly before whispering in my ear.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck a pregnant lady.”
“Get the fuck off me!” I snap, flinching away from him.
My body is shaking, my mind flooding with pain as I realize that I can’t save my baby from a fate worse than death.
“Take her away.”
The world around me becomes hazy.
Screaming, kicking, and shouting, I try my best to fight against the men hauling me out of the room, and down some musty corridor. But they are all too strong for me.
Step by step they drag me down the hall.
Frantically I try to remember the route, my brain still clinging to some hope of escaping this nightmare. But I cannot.
And even as my world crumbles around me, one thought rings out inside my head, screaming louder than the rest:
I won’t let them win. I will go out fighting.
My knees slam into the floor as I’m pushed inside the cell, tearing the skin on my palms against the rough concrete as I catch myself.
“Enjoy your stay,” a man grunts at me as he grips himself over his dirty jeans. “Little whore.”
Leigh walks toward me, and I scramble backwards on my hands and knees until I press against the wall.
“Leave,” she barks at the men still salivating and gesticulating around me, her finger pointing to the door.
It slams shut, the locking mechanism snapping into place.
My eyes scan the room. There’s a dirty mattress in one corner and a bucket in the other, with mold growing up the wall next to it.Other than that, it’s just a concrete box.