Beverly’s lips trembled, her hands wrapped around her stomach as if protecting her child from predators. “Da-Damien, I don’t understand. I’m seven—seven months gone. Aborting the child means I’m calling for death. Pl—” “I don’t care,” Damien cut in coldly. “Don’t waste my time. I can make it easier for you by pulling the trigger on your head—or your stomach. Choose,” he said, as tears began to stream down Beverly’s cheeks. “Damien, this is your child. Precious, bring the scan so he can see. It’s a boy, Damien—your son,” she said. The maid stood up immediately to go bring the scan, but a gunshot rang out and her body fell to the ground, lifeless. “Ahh!” Beverly screamed, her hands covering her mouth in terror. “Precious… oh goodness!” she cried out in horror. “I’m not joking,” Damien said, causing Beverly to tremble even more. “Will you abort that thing—or should I send you to hell?” he asked. Beverly sobbed uncontrollably. “Spare me… Damien, please. If we can’t be together, l
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