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The next afternoon, the sky was weighed down by thick, oppressive clouds, casting a suffocating gloom over the city. The sunlight, weak and powerless, barely pierced through the heavy atmosphere. Alexander's fury burned like a volcano on the verge of eruption—uncontainable, scorching, and all-consuming. Without a second thought, he stormed toward the entrance of Phoebe's company. His presence stood out sharply, his entire being radiating a seething rage that seemed to set the very air ablaze. The moment he caught sight of Phoebe, he charged forward like a beast gone mad. Without a word, he grabbed her forcefully and dragged her into his car, speeding off toward the outskirts of the city. Phoebe struggled against his grip, demanding answers, but Alexander remained silent, his jaw clenched with barely restrained wrath. Upon reaching a desolate area in the suburbs, he yanked her out of the car with equal force. Completely caught off guard, Phoebe gasped sharply. She lifted her

Inside the hospital ward.Hermosa's face carried a hint of urgency as she gazed at Alexander, her voice soft but firm. "Alex, I'm really fine now. I want to be discharged." Her eyes were filled with anticipation, eager to leave this sterile, disinfectant-laden place.Alexander frowned slightly, his eyes brimming with concern and determination. Without hesitation, he replied, "No. You need to stay under observation a little longer—that way, I can rest easy." His tone left no room for negotiation; it was clear that this decision was final.Hermosa pouted slightly, her voice carrying a trace of playful protest. "But I really am fine." She tried to persuade him once more, a flicker of stubbornness flashing in her eyes.Taking a step forward, Alexander grasped her hand tightly, as if afraid she might vanish at any moment. "I said no, and that's final. This isn't up for discussion." His voice was gentle yet resolute, and the warmth of his grip conveyed his deep concern.Looking at the unwav

Even though the room was shrouded in darkness, Hermosa could clearly feel the rough, powerful grip tightening around her arm. Fear surged over her like a relentless tide, swallowing her whole.She instinctively wanted to scream, but a large hand clamped down over her mouth, stifling even the faintest sound.More hands suddenly grabbed her, wrapping around her body with brute force. Her heart pounded violently, as if it were about to burst from her chest.She frantically darted her eyes around in the pitch-black room, but she couldn't make out the figures surrounding her. One thing, however, was certain—she wasn't alone with just one man."You'll have a good time tonight," a sinister voice sneered in the darkness, sending an icy chill coursing through her veins.Then—rip!The sound of fabric being torn apart pierced the silence like a blade, slashing through her last shred of hope."No! No, please—!" Hermosa

Phoebe gently caressed her slightly rounded belly, her heart brimming with anticipation for motherhood. She had just returned from a prenatal check-up, and the doctor's confirmation that her baby was healthy filled her with an indescribable joy. Every step she took felt as if she were floating.However, the moment she stepped out of the hospital, a dark shadow suddenly loomed over her. Before she could react, Alexander appeared like a phantom, seizing her and carrying her into the car.The abruptness of the situation sent a wave of terror crashing over Phoebe. Her heart pounded violently against her ribcage as if it were about to burst free. She collapsed onto the seat, gasping for breath. It took a long while for her heartbeat to slow to a steady rhythm.Instinctively, she shielded her stomach, silently thanking the heavens that her baby had already been nestled safely inside her for several months. If this had happened earlier in her pregnancy, she didn't dare imagine the consequence

Phoebe struggled with all her might, her body writhing like a trapped beast. She twisted violently, but the cold, unyielding shackles bound her limbs tightly. Each struggle was futile, leaving only deep red marks on her wrists and ankles.Her eyes were filled with terror and despair. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, mixing with the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.Alexander's bloodshot gaze burned with a fury so intense it seemed almost tangible. The veins on his forehead bulged, twisting like writhing worms. His sharp glare was as chilling as a blade slicing through the darkness, sending shivers down the spine."Why? Why did you do this?" He kept repeating, his voice hoarse from emotion. Each word erupted from deep within his chest, dripping with raw anger and accusation.Before the last word fully left his lips, he lunged at Phoebe like a beast breaking free from its chains. His hands tore at her ruthlessly, subjecting her to unspeakable torment.Phoebe's tear-fi