Semua Bab Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Bab 271 - Bab 280

Logan’s POVSliding the Ipad out from under her, I gripped it in my hands as I went to the living room downstairs. Using the password Beatrice used for everything (which was Zoe’s adoption date), I opened her Ipad.Quickly, I searched up ‘prosthetic baby bumps’, having no idea what those were. Scanning the first website, I learned that they were exactly as they sounded, manmade ‘bumps’ that were meant to look like pregnant bellies.Apparently, they were used in the movie industry when an actress needed to look pregnant for a role. They were also used to simulate pregnancy for overly sympathetic men who wanted to know what their wives were experiencing.They had one more use though, and my face went pale as I read.Prosthetic baby bumps were also used by women who were faking a pregnancy.In disbelief, I went into Beatrice’s search browser history. My hands began to shake as I saw her recent search engine inquiries:How to fake a pregnancyEarly pregnancy symptomsWhere can I buy a fake

Third Person POVBeatrice woke up and lazily stretched her arms over her head. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was past noon. Sunlight flooded in through the window. She felt refreshed after a good night’s sleep in Logan’s bed. Reaching for her Ipad on the bedside stand, she checked in on the Reddit threat she was a part of, and smiled when she saw the link for the prosthetic baby bumps.She was even more pleased when she saw that they came in assorted sizes so she could properly mimic the different stages of pregnancy.Sinking back into the lush, feather pillow, she sighed with relief, since creating a realistic-looking pregnancy belly had been a real concern of hers. So much so, that she’d woken up several times in the middle of the night wondering how she was going to keep the ruse up for the entire nine months.When Logan had threatened to kick her out because of the whole stolen wine and Giulia thing, Beatrice had panicked. The words “I’m pregnant” had slipped out her mouth

Luigi’s POVTime was not on our side as we drove to the estate. Dawn was already breaking, and the dredges of night were giving way to the rising sun. Enzo knew the estate well, and he led us through the forest that led to the field. We were quiet as we made our way through the forest, all of us trying to move as stealthily as possible.By the time we got to the forest tree line though, it wasn’t fully dark anymore. We stopped and surveyed the open field that stood between us and the two guards sitting at the cellar door entrance.“They’ll see us coming,” Enzo said. “There’s no way to get across the field without them noticing us.”My heart sank. Enzo was right. The men were right in the middle of the open field. They’d see us coming long before we got to them. They had guns, and if they felt threatened, they wouldn’t hesitate to use them.Out of nowhere, Logan looked at us both, a sly smile on his face.“Allow me,” he said. Before we knew what he was doing, he took off into the field.

Luigi’s POVThe moment I saw Willow, my heart splintered into a dozen pieces. She was sitting in the corner of the cell, her clothes damp, her hair clinging to her forehead. She lifted her head, a strange smile on her face. As I rushed towards her, I saw how ghastly white her face was, how chapped her lips were. Her eyes were glazed over and her arms wrapped around her legs were covered in scratches.She tried to hush me as I fell to my knees in front of her. Her smile turned into a lazy smile, a contented look in her eyes. “It’s okay,” she said in a voice so raspy it didn’t sound anything like her at all. “The next place is much better. The rat told me.”“Oh Will,” I said, reaching out to stroke her hair. She reached for my wrist, and I saw her hand, mangled, her thumb joint blue and swollen. Rope burns covered her wrists and ankles. She was rail thin, her cheeks hollow and sunken, the darkest rings under her eyes.“I know you’re not real,” she whispered, looking into my eyes. “But I

Luigi’s POVPushing Willow behind me protectively, Enzo pressed his back up against the wall to try to hide himself from view, just in case he could do a surprise attack on whomever was entering.The footsteps got louder as my heart raced. This was the worst case scenario as far as I was concerned, getting caught in the cellar.Locking eyes with Enzo, he brushed his shirt to the side to show me the handle of a gun. My eyes flew open. I had no idea that he’d brought a gun with him.Moments later, the door burst open, revealing Giulia and Bruno. Giulia’s hair was a wild curly mess, a decadent fur coat draped over her silk nightie. Bruno was wearing his smoking robe, black silk with a red trim.Their eyes were wide and wild as they scanned the room. Glancing behind them, I saw four more men. We were pathetically outnumbered, and I managed to shoot Enzo a quick ‘no’ look before he did something stupid, like try to attack them.The next few moments happened so quickly, I barely knew what wa