His Pregnant Queen in The Death Game
Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die."
He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me.
They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely.
...
They threw me onto the docks. Hard.
Rain soaked through my white dress in an instant.
I struggled to get up, but my hands were tied behind my back. A black hood was over my head.
Seven months pregnant, my swollen belly was an anchor, dragging me down.
"Let the games begin!" a voice boomed over the speakers, buzzing with excitement.
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