The final verdict

Emma's POV

I stumbled on the corridor as I ran out of the cabin, never in a million years did I expect this from Draven. All the respect I had for him fell down to the depths of Hell.

I ran inside my cell and closed it, the four walls which gave me nightmares for the past few weeks were now the only place where I felt safe.

My face was wet with sweat and I had strands of hair sticking on it. I looked like a mess, like someone who had just managed to save herself from the clutches of Satan himself.

Once I was alone in the cell, I broke down in tears. I covered my face and let myself wither down. This heartbreak was too much for me to bear…

All this year of love, sacrifice, and dedication only to be stooped down to the level of being his whore.

Before he said those cruel words, I was actually constructing a sentence within my mind to tell him the truth. Tell him that I was pregnant with his child.

But now… It did not matter! A man who doesn't even see me with respect, won't ever accept