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Pregnant For My Bully At The Edge Of Control
~Jonathan’s POVI spin toward Sera’s room, my heart slamming against my ribs as the fire alarm screeches through the hospital. The hallway is a mess. There are nurses shouting, patients stumbling out of their rooms, a tray of medical supplies crashed on the floor, shards of glass glinting under the flashing red lights. My phone is still in my hand, the text ringing in my mind: How long do you think you can protect her? The words feel like a blade, sharp and personal, and that shattering sound just before the alarm has me on edge. Someone is here. Someone is watching us. Watching her.‘Seraphina!’ I yell again, shoving past a nurse who is trying to direct people toward the exits. My voice is swallowed by the chaos, but I don’t care. I need to get to her. Now. Ethan’s in there with her, and I don’t trust him. He is hiding something, and I’ll be damned if I let him near her while this place is falling apart.I burst through the door of her exam room. Sera is still on the stretcher, he
Pregnant For My Bully How Long Can You Protect Her?
~Jonathan’s POVI’m standing by Sera’s bed, my hand still tingling from where it brushed hers. Her eyes are heavy with exhaustion, her face pale and bruised, but she’s here, alive, and that’s all that matters. The hospital room smells of antiseptic and I've been holding back the urge to cringe hard, and the fluorescent lights above us cast harsh shadows. I can’t stop looking at her, checking for any sign she’s slipping away again. My chest is tight. All I feel inside is a mix of relief and rage. That Roy’s face, bloody and broken, flashes in my mind, and I wish I had hit him harder, made him suffer more for what he did to her.The door bursts open, and Ethan storms in, his eyes wide and frantic. ‘Sera!’ he says, his voice low but sharp, like he’s been running. He rushes to her side, his body trembling as he grabs the bedrail. His dark hair is messy, his jacket rumpled, and there’s something off about the way he moves as he moves to fast and too eagerly. My jaw clenches. What the hel
Pregnant For My Bully Hidden Wounds
~Seraphina’s POVMy heart stops for a moment as I catch that glimpse of a figure ducking out of sight through the glass door of the exam room. It’s not Jonathan. He’s right here, his hand still gripping mine, his eyes locked on me with that fierce intensity that makes my stomach twist. The figure was too quick, too…dark, but it sends a chill through me, like a ghost that appears in a room, you know, that kind of chill. I force my gaze back to Jonathan, trying to shake the feeling. I’m safe now, I tell myself. Roy is gone. Jonathan is here. But my pulse won’t slow, and my skin prickles with unease.The nurse adjusts the IV in my arm, her movements quick and efficient. ‘We’re taking you for a CT scan,’ she says, her voice calm but firm. ‘Just to rule out any head trauma.’ She glances at Jonathan, who’s still hovering by my side, his jaw tight. ‘You’ll need to wait here, sir.’Jonathan’s grip on my hand tightens, like he’s afraid to let go. ‘I’m not leaving her,’ he says stubbornly, his
Pregnant For My Bully Not Lucky
~Seraphina’s POVJonathan’s arms are around me, his breath heavy and shaky against my hair. His shirt is slightly wet with blood and sweat, but I hold tight on to him, my fingers digging into his back. My body shakes, every bruise and cut stinging like crazy, but his warmth is the only thing keeping me from falling apart. The warehouse is silent now, except for the faint groans of Roy’s guys and the distant drip and lapping of water. Roy is slumped against the wall, unconscious, his face a mess of blood. Jonathan pulls back slightly, his hands cupping my face. His eyes search mine, wide and desperate, blood trickling from a cut on his brow. ‘Sera, can you walk? We need to get out of here.’ His voice is rough and urgent, but there’s something soft in it, something that makes my chest tighten in a way I don’t want to think about.I nod, even though my legs feel like jelly. ‘I think so.’ My voice is weak, barely a whisper. It feels raw from screaming. I try to stand, but my knees buckle
Pregnant For My Bully Dragged Into Hell
~Seraphina’s POV The door is ahead of us and it feels like I'm being dragged into another trap. It's rusted frame gives it a rickety look. Roy’s grip on my arm is like iron bars, dragging me forward as my legs wobble, barely holding my weight. My body is a map of pain with bruises throbbing on my ribs, my cheek burning from where he struck me, blood dripping from my split lip. Every breath I take is a struggle, my lungs burning, but I cling to the flicker of hope that keeps me upright. Jonathan. I saw him. His dark hair, his broad shoulders, the dark fire in his eyes. He’s here, somewhere in this hellish warehouse, and he’s coming for me. Roy is muttering again, his voice sharp. ‘Fucking Jonathan. Thinks he can play the hero every cycling time. Pathetic matyr.’ He yanks me harder, and I stumble, my knees scraping the concrete. I bite back a cry, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. My wrists are raw from the ropes, blood slick on my hands, but I claw at his
Pregnant For My Bully Leverage
~Seraphina’s POV The world floats back slowly, like waking from a dream I can’t escape. My head throbs. A dull, relentless ache pulses behind my eyes like it has a life of its own. My mouth tastes of chemicals, sharp and bitter, and my tongue feels heavy, stuck to the roof of my mouth. I’m slumped against something hard, the cold concrete biting into my back. My wrists burn, the rope cutting into them, binding my hands behind me. I try to move, but my body protests, sluggishly and faintly like I’m underwater. The air smells of rust and damp, and somewhere nearby, water drips in a steady rhythm. I blink, forcing my eyes to focus. The room is dim, and the only thing lighting it is only a flickering bulb hanging from a chain. Crates are stacked around me, casting shadows to the floor. My heart jumps. Where am I? The last thing I remember is Roy’s hand on my wrist, his sneer and the cloth over my face. I also remember Alistair’s voice, shouting my name as everything went dark. My ches
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