When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I thought luck was on my side, but I might have been wrong because Mitchell showed up in the confined space about half an hour later.

The man showed up in a bathrobe with a glass of wine in his hand. The moment he entered, he muttered to himself, “I have been wondering the reason behind Emery’s arrogance. It turns out she’s affiliated with Ashton’s woman. I had all sorts of fun with different women back in the day, but I have never messed around with a pregnant woman. Since Ashton is such a proud and arrogant man, I can’t wait to spend a night with his beloved woman!”

Shoot! Emery’s story about Mitchell popped into my mind upon hearing his sentence. Countless women have fallen victim to him before!

I should have known the Ziegler family was one of Ashton’s targets. After all, only a few renowned families were capable of bending the laws in K City. Since Mitchell had gotten his hands on me, I might be doomed because of Emery’s provocation and the grudges he held against the Fullers.

After Mitchell’s last sip, he strode over in my direction, a gleeful grin on his face.

I failed to get away from him in time because I was heavily pregnant. Consequently, the powerful man got on top of me after rendering me incapable of motion.

“Armond, I know you’re around somewhere! If you allow him to get things his way and hurt my children, I will not submit myself to you!” In the nick of time, I had no choice but to reach out to Armond for help. I praying his feelings for me would suffice for him to rescue me.

Slap! A brutal slap was delivered across my cheek, taking me by surprise. As a result, my head spun, and I felt lightheaded before I collapsed on the bed.

I hate it whenever a

my shirt

his grip to bring myself away, but I was

about to get his way, the image of my children suffocating

Hiss!

“B*tch!”

face again, and I lost the

was on the verge of giving up, someone broke into the confined space and sprinted over to my side,

a blanket over me and looked up

circles could be seen around his eyes—perhaps he had been pulling countless all-nighters over

shook my head in an attempt to assure him I

of relief and helped me up on the bed before turning

man’s woman. He spat on the ground and warned arrogantly, “Ashton, I’ll kill you for hitting

pair of eyes glint angrily. After a few seconds, he asked with a contemptuous look,