Divorced Barren Mother Gave Birth To Triplets
Eddy’s head bowed, her breath hitching in fear.
Nero ignored them, his focus on Natasha. The drug was potent, draining his energy as he poured more of his spiritual energy into her. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips parting. “Brother…?” she whispered, her voice cracking the silence she’d held for seven years. Her eyes, wide with shock, traced his face. The shame of the stage, the skimpy lingerie, the leering crowds—it all flooded back. Life had bent her, forced her into this hell, but here was Nero, alive, real.