Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 2 You’re Too Inferior to Bear Me A Child

and slapped her across the cheeks. Why did Brendan have to treat her this way? It was getting harder to breathe… Then, footsteps echoed from outside the living room. Deirdre lifted her head, feeling alert. Steven was here, just as Brendan had finally exhausted the last mote of his patience. “I want it done quickly, Steven!” he barked out. “Take her to a private hospital where confidentiality will be assured. I don’t want a word of this escaping to the general public!” Deirdre’s vision trembled as she jolted at the sheer agony of witnessing the father of her child… treat her baby like an animal meant to be slaughtered! “No! Noooooo! Please, Brendan!” The man ignored her. He just shot Steven a look. Deirdre’s mind went blank, and her knees crashed to the floor. There was only one thing on her mind, roaring and clawing out of her throat as she shrieked, “No, Brendan! Nooooo! Please, please, please—let me keep this child, please! You can even give it up for adoption. Just let me… let me carry it to term!” She knocked her head on the floor in uncontrollable histrionics, making her forehead bleed.  Brendan’s features twisted into a grimace of disgust. “God, you really don’t deserve to have her face. Lena would never bend even a single knee. You’re f*cking pathetic!” A part of Deirdre wanted to laugh. Of course she would not—she would never need to. She was loved! Brendan loved her! The heir to the Brighthall Family himself was head-over-heels in love with her! She had been in a coma for years now, yet Brendan remained stalwart and loving. Who was Deirdre compared to an angel like that?! She had always been Brendan’s cheap replacement. Her worth rested on the fact that she looked just like Charlene—so what else could she do other than grovel at his feet and beg? “Let me keep the baby, please…” “Never.” His lips were that of an angel, but his words were as callous as an executioner’s. Brendan had gotten sick of arguing with Deirdre. He turned to Steven. “What are you waiting for? Get her out of my sight and take her there! Stop wasting time by ogling!” he snarled. Steven moved. He hooked his arm under Deirdre’s shoulder and began to trawl her across the floor. “No! Nooooo! I don’t want to