He turned that cruel glare on me. Then, catching the tension in Ridley’s expression, Thiago broke into loud and mocking laughter.
“I hear today’s your bastard son’s fifth birthday,” he sneered. “Tell you what—let’s celebrate with a little game. You get to decide who dies.”
He shoved me toward the spiral staircase.
The tall, winding steps led straight down to the marble floor below. If I fell… my life—and the life of the child in my womb—would end instantly!
Panic clawed through me; I thrashed harder in his grip.
Annoyed by my resistance, Thiago whipped his hand hard across my face.
“Ridley!” he barked. “Choose—trade your mistress and your bastard for Agnes, or I will throw her down these stairs right now!” he asked heartlessly.
Meanwhile, Lynzee clutched Ridley’s hand, her voice trembling. “Ridley, let me go to Agnes's place. Just me. Please. I’m carrying your child too—this way, at least, we’ll be giving him what he wants.”
A flicker of shock crossed Ridley’s face. He hadn’t known she was pregnant again.
Seeing his hesitation, Lynzee stepped toward us.
But before she could get too far, Ridley suddenly grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
Agnes’s POV