Eliana, seeing her control over Ryan slipping, became desperate. Her eyes, wild with a venomous hatred, landed on Kennedy's slightly swollen abdomen. "You think you've won, don't you, you little whore?" she spat, her voice dripping with contempt, each word a poisoned dart. "With your pathetic little bastard in your belly, trying to trap Tyler! That kid? Never gonna be truly loved, never truly accepted! It's just another one of your schemes, isn't it? Always scheming!"A primal roar tore from Kennedy's throat. The pain from the earlier kick, the fear, the exhaustion – it all coalesced into a blinding, white-hot rage. The insult to her unborn child, to the innocent life within her, was a line crossed, a boundary shattered. Before anyone could react, before Ryan could even process what was happening, Kennedy, still bound, lunged forward with a guttural cry, a sound born of pure fury, slamming her head into Eliana's nose with surprising, bone-jarring force. A sickening crunch echoed in the
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