MasukA few days later, I was transferred to a quieter private rehabilitation center. The environment was serene, almost entirely free of distractions. Pierce installed me in the finest suite, overlooking meticulously landscaped gardens.He attempted to transform this place into another gilded cage: flowers, medicinal tonics, and expensive works of art were sent in endless streams, filling the room. He even abandoned all work obligations, and let other people take over the mafia, stationed himself in the living room outside day and night, like the most loyal of sentinels.Yet every time he tried to approach me, I pushed him away in silence.“Serena, the weather’s lovely today. Shall I take you out for a walk?” he asked carefully, holding a warm herbal meal.I stared out the window, my gaze distant and unfocused, as though I had not heard him.“The restaurant you loved the most… I had the chef come and prepare it just for you,” he tried again.I closed my eyes, fingers lightly tracing the tur
“I regret it, Serena. God, I regret it so much. We can still have children, medicine is advanced, we can, ”“Pierce Voss,”I interrupted again.My voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. The coldness alone cut like steel.“The moment I was bleeding out on that rooftop, I told myself one thing, you and I… are finished.”He staggered backward, suddenly unsteady.If the wall hadn’t been behind him, he might have collapsed completely.“No! It’s not over!” Pierce roared, eyes wild with obsession.“You are my wife, Serena Hale, the most esteemed lady of the whole mafia, the entire Kingsburg, for this life and no other! I will never let you go!”“Wife?” I nearly laughed, a bitter, hollow sound that turned into a violent cough, ripping through my chest.“My wife? The one you personally ordered to be beaten in prison until she lost our child? Pierce, don’t you find the irony unbearable?”Just then, a commotion erupted outside the hospital room. A woman’s sorrowful, desperate cries pierced thro
He jabbed a trembling finger in my direction, his eyes wild with pain and something close to madness.“I gave you ten years!” Pierce’s voice cracked.“Ten years of everything I had, and I couldn’t even get one honest word from you! And now, now some stray man off the street can walk into my wife’s hospital room?”“She is not your possession, Mr. Voss.”Evan’s voice remained calm, unshaken. “She is her own person. She has a past you do not own, and she has every right to choose her future.”“Her future?”Pierce laughed, a sharp, humorless sound.As if the very idea was an insult.His gaze snapped to me, dark and feverish.“Serena Hale, let me make this very clear, without my permission, you’re not going anywhere. As long as I live, you belong to me, alive or dead.”Evan only shook his head gently.He didn’t argue with madmen.Instead, he turned to me.From inside his sleeve, he pulled out a small, old talisman, worn at the edges, the faded thread soft from years of being carried.He pl
My eyes snapped open.Standing at the doorway, framed by the soft hallway light, was a man in a charcoal-gray suit.Tall, composed, clean-cut.His eyes were clear and steady, like a mountain spring untouched by dust.Evan Hale.My older brother. The one person who had always been patient with me, gentle with me, the only warmth from the home I once had.“Evan…”My throat tightened.The calm façade I had been forcing shattered in an instant.The humiliation, the grief, the pain, everything I had pressed down into silence surged upward like a breached dam.But no tears came.It all dissolved into a faint, uncontrollable tremor running through my body.He strode to my bedside in two long steps.The moment his gaze landed on my face, pale as paper, on the heavy layers of gauze wrapped around me, on the stark needle marks dotting the back of my hand, something dark and unmistakably heartbroken flickered in Evan’s eyes.Pain.Rage.And a silent vow.“Dad was worried,” Evan said softly, his
The hospital room door burst open just then.A middle-aged doctor rushed inside, breathless.“Mr. Voss! Mr. Voss!”Pierce turned sharply, his face still twisted with rage and panic.The doctor swallowed hard before speaking.“We’ve reviewed all the test results. Miss Young had clear signs of threatened miscarriage long before today. Her emotional agitation triggered the bleeding. And also…”He hesitated, glancing cautiously at Pierce.“And also, according to the blood analysis, Miss Young had been taking extremely high doses of progesterone before the incident. If misused, that medication can cause a miscarriage. And…”Another pause. His voice dropped.“And she does not have cancer. The medical report she showed earlier… it’s fake.”Pierce’s face drained of blood.He staggered backward like someone had kicked the ground out from under him.“What did you just say?” His voice cracked.“Say that again.”The doctor flinched, terrified.“Miss Young’s miscarriage was self-induced. We found l
Pierce Voss rushed Lena Young into the ER and came storming back with two security guards behind him.“What did you do to her?”His voice was raw, like someone had touched the one thing he could never tolerate.I froze. The naked suspicion in his eyes hit me harder than any slap.He didn’t even look at me again.“Take her away,” he ordered coldly.The guards grabbed my arms. I stumbled as they dragged me down the hallway. My shoulder slammed into the metal doorframe, blooming into a dark bruise within seconds.Pierce saw it. His pupils tightened; something like regret flickered in his eyes.“Careful,” he snapped at the guards. “Don’t hurt her.”But their grip never truly loosened.They hauled me all the way up to the rooftop.“Pierce Voss!” I finally found my voice. “Is that what you think I am? Someone who would hurt a pregnant woman?”His expression shifted, pain, doubt, confusion.“Then why were you even there?”I let out a humorless laugh. Because I had my prenatal appointment.But







