She’s leaving the island

Rosa blinked, the words not quite registering.

"Pregnant?" she repeated

Dr. Mira gave a short nod "Yes, You're pregnant"

Rosa felt a rush of panic flood her chest, the world tilting beneath her feet "No... that can't be" she whispered, her voice trembling. She stood up quickly, as if moving would make the reality of it all less real "You need to run the test again."

Dr. Mira rolled her eyes with exaggerated patience, then pulled a small paper test from her bag and tossed it onto the bed beside Rosa.

Rosa grabbed it, hands shaking. She read the words on the test, but they blurred before her eyes. It was positive. Positive.

Her breath caught in her throat. No..This couldn't be happening.

The papers slipped from her hand as she stumbled backward and fell to the floor, her chest heaving with silent sobs. Hot tears rushed down her face

Dr. Mira stood by the door, her fingers curling around the handle. For a moment, she simply watched Rosa, who was now wracked with uncontrollable sobs. A flicker of something-irritation, crossed her face. She glanced down at Rosa as if the sight of her was an inconvenience, her jaw tightening.

Her eyes flicked to the test on the floor and for a heartbeat, she seemed to freeze, her expression cold but unreadable. A deep, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips.

She hated this. Hated that Silvio had asked her to watch over Rosa. Hated the way this woman seemed to stir something in him.

Dr. Mira's grip on the door handle tightened, but she didn't look back. Instead, she stepped out and the maid trailing behind her.

******

It’s been eight months since Rosa had found out she was pregnant and it felt like her world had stopped turning. She barely ate anymore, her body growing thinner with each passing day, the pressure of her future weighing her. She despised what was happening to her. A child and with the man she hated most.

The moonlight poured through the open window, casting pale light on her swollen belly.

It seemed absurd that she was this far along already; it felt like just yesterday she had learned she was pregnant. Her thin body barely showed signs of life-always sick, always weak-like she was fading from the inside out. Her long hair fell in soft waves down her back, but even that seemed to sag in exhaustion.

A loud crash shattered the silence as the door flew open. Rosa flinched, her heart leaping in her chest. when she saw him..Silvio, She hadn't seen him in months

He stood in the doorway, his disheveled appearance a striking difference to his usual composure. And he was holding a tray of food.

Instantly, he kicked the door shut behind him and strode forward, placing the tray on a small table

"Why have you refused to eat?" His voice was low, but there was a force to it.

Rosa glared at the food, her mouth dry with frustration. "Why do you care?"

He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer with slow, and deliberate steps "You're carrying my child, little girl. Now go sit down and eat"

Rosa's chest tightened, a familiar rage burning in her veins. She could feel the weight of the words press against her..my child. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but instead..she just shook her head.

"I'm not eating. Take it away and leave."

Silvio’s eyes narrowed slightly but his voice remained calm, almost too calm "I don't want to get angry at you. So do as I say”

Rosa's hands trembled at her sides.She could feel the heat rising in her chest, the desire to fight bubbling over. In a second, she stormed toward the table..grabbed the tray and threw it to the floor with a sharp crack. Food splattered everywhere, staining the floor with chaos.

"| don't want to eat!" she shouted "I just want to die!" The words tore out of her throat,

A cruel smirk twisted Silvio's lips as he took a slow step forward, his eyes never leaving hers "Do you want to die?"

Rosa stood her ground, tears streaming down her face, her chest heaving as she stared him down. "Yes” she hissed. "Just kill me”

He moved in close, invading her space, his presence overwhelming. He leaned into her ear, his breath warm and taunting "Never” he whispered. "You aren't allowed to die”

Rosa’s hand shot up, grabbing his shirt.. her fingers digging into his chest as she pulled him closer, her body trembling with emotion "Why?" she screamed. "Why won't you let me go?"

With a trembling palm, she hit his chest, the slap ringing in the silence “who are you to control my life” she spat, her eyes burning with hatred “you wouldn’t let me die, huh?”

Her voice cracked as she continued, the words almost too heavy to speak "I don't want this...

I don't want this child... I don't want to belong to you” The final words echoed painfully around the room.

Silvio stood unmoved, the flicker of amusement in his eyes a cruel contrast to her emotional wreckage. He grabbed her shoulder roughly "I don't care" he said, his voice cold "You will have to give birth to my child”

A sinister smile curled at his lips as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, threatening murmur. "And if anything happens to my child..." He paused, letting the tension build, before finishing "You wouldn't want to know what I would do"

He released her with a shove and his finger pointed toward the food scattered on the floor "Eat it" he ordered

Rosa's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the food on the floor. "I won't” she muttered under her breath

"I said, eat it" Silvio's voice crackled through the air like thunder, and Rosa flinched as if struck.

Her hands trembled as she dropped to her knees and picked the food from the floor. Tears welled up as she forced herself to eat.

Silvio walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The nurse, standing in the doorway.. bowed as he passed.

"Follow me" Silvio ordered, his tone flat and unwavering. The nurse nodded quickly, trailing behind him.

The cool midnight air brushed against their skin as they stepped outside, the sound of the sea crashing faintly in the distance. Silvio slid his hand into his pocket.. bringing out a cigarette and lighting it up "Tell me more about her condition."

"She's.. depressed, sir. Barely eat and It's affecting her health. It's best if she's... happy in this state” Her voice wavered with uncertainty, but she kept her head lowered, afraid to meet his gaze.

Silvio took a slow drag from his cigarette, watching the smoke curl into the air, his expression unreadable "What do you think could make her happy?"

The nurse's eyes flickered up, but she quickly dropped them again. " ... I don't know, Sir."

Silvio exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze distant as he thought. A flicker of something passed through him, something faint. He crushed the cigarette underfoot "Make sure she's ready by 7 AM. She’s leaving the island”