Talia's POV I was numb. That’s the only way I could describe how I felt.Madame Gloria, usually cold as ice was acting… different. She took me to my room without a word, laid a fresh blanket over me, and even brought me food. Strange, because the last time I saw her, she was ready to whip me into pieces.But I had no appetite. How could I? I was about to lose a baby I’d only just found out I was carrying.I don’t know how long I lay there, silent and broken, tears soaking into the thin pillow. Hours maybe.Then came the creak of the door opening.Madame Gloria stood there, arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning me like I was a stray animal.“You have to eat, or you and the baby will die of starvation,” she snapped, shoving a new plate toward me.I scoffed and curled deeper under the blanket, voice heavy with bitter sarcasm. “Oh, you mean the baby that’s going to die anyway tomorrow? I’m sure you have better things to do, like torturing the other slaves.”Normally, that would’ve earned
Last Updated : 2025-06-18 Read more