The Bratva's Obsession : Contract Ends,The Marriage Begins
she whined
The sound of the door opening startled us, and I gasped as if I had seen a ghost before turning my gaze towards the door. Ella stood there, her face drawn, her lips pale, but her posture still firm and confident.
“What do you think you’re doing, Giselle? Get out of here now,” Ella said.
Giselle shook her head sadly, she was sobbing even though she held back her vocals as best as she could so they wouldn't be heard. "Ella, we're not married, I'm pregnant, he's going to die. How am I going to live?"