They then put me in a gilded cage, a lavish villa dressed up in princessy splendor. All the luxury in the world surrounded me, but I felt like a corpse as I couldn’t move freely.
Several private doctors came to treat me, and they quickly stitched and bandaged the wound I’d opened with the table knife.
Just then, the butler’s voice came through the window.
“Mr. Oliver, Miss Dunn’s baby was only stressed. There’s nothing serious happened with the child.”
Only then did Cade relax, but he still stationed ten more guards to watch me closely. While he made sure I was well-fed and that I lacked nothing, he confiscated every sharp thing in the house. Not even a table knife remained.
“Miss Dunn,” the butler sighed, puzzled, “Mr. Oliver has already promised to marry you. If you quietly give birth, you’ll have wealth and comfort. Why would you choose otherwise?”
I didn’t answer. I just laughed coldly. “That wedding, whatever it was, was just for show. Saying he’d marry me was nothing but an act.”
The butler opened his mouth to argue, but I cut him off with a look sharp enough to wound.