"Rebecca Fox used to be your family's housekeeper's daughter," Mason Blackwell said. "Now she's carrying my child. It's your turn to serve her."
This time, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
Because I was already dying.
But after I actually died? That man who hated me to the bone—he wept and begged me to come back to him.
——
I wiped the blood from my lips and had just swallowed my painkillers when the door exploded inward.
Mason seized my wrist, his expression glacial.
"Chloe Harding." Each syllable was a blade. "You knew Rebecca is allergic to flowers. And you still filled the living room with them?"
His grip tightened until my bones ground together.
"Don't think that because I spared your life, I still have feelings for you. If you try anything against Rebecca—" His voice dropped to something lethal. "I will end you."
Before I could speak, he forced a handful of soybeans into my mouth.
"You wanted to trigger her allergies?" A cruel smile. "Let's see how you like it first."
The beans lodged in my throat. I choked, coughing violently.
Mason's brow furrowed. His hand moved toward the water glass—
Then stopped.