Chapter 1

The pregnancy test kit showed two bright red bars.

Olivia Miller held it tightly in her hand as she trembled, her knuckles turning white.

She dialed the familiar number and heard a mechanical female voice, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off."

His phone wasn't powered off. He blacklisted her.

Olivia smiled bitterly and called the number from a servant's phone. The call was immediately connected.

"Jane, what's wrong?"

"...Boyce, it's me."

The man on the other end of the phone took a long pause before he sneered, "Olivia, you really know how to play tricks!"

With that, he was going to hang up.

But Olivia hurriedly said, "Don't hang up! Please don't hang up... Boyce, I'm pregnant..."

Her heart racing, Olivia clenched her fists nervously, as if waiting for a trial.

In his eyes, she was probably a vicious woman and a shameless liar.

But a baby might be able to ease things up, and maybe he would be a nice husband for the sake of the baby...

"Get an abortion."

These cold words poured down on Olivia resolutely like a bucket of cold water.

Though feeling like being struck by a streak of lightning, she managed to contain herself, "It's your baby!"

Boyce's bone-chilling voice came, "You don't deserve to have my baby,"

Beep beep beep...

He hung up!

Ten minutes later.

The door of the villa was pushed open, which took Olivia by surprise. She was startled and looked over in a daze. Boyce was there, standing against the light, his cold gaze on her belly.

"Go to the hospital with me now and get an abortion."

Olivia was flustered. The smile that she was trying to gather froze on her face. "Boyce, the baby's innocent..."

"What about Anna? Isn't she innocent?" As he grabbed her by the arm, Olivia burst into tears from the pain. "If you hadn't drugged me and climbed onto my bed, I would have married her! Then she wouldn't have gone to the club to get drunk and died so miserably!"

Olivia struggled, "It wasn't me. I didn't get those people! She was my big sister. I'll never harm her!"

Boyce threw her onto the ground and squatted down to pinch her chin. "They said it was you who ordered them! I sat through the entire interrogation at the police station!"

"How is that possible... Boyce, believe me. I didn't..."

"There's no point denying it now!" Boyce yanked her up by the hair. His cold and resolute words plunged her into an ice cellar. "Olivia, you are a vicious woman. The one that should've died is you!"

The pain in her scalp numbed her, but her heart ached more. She sobbed, "Boyce, I didn't drug you. I also passed out that day. When I woke up, I was lying beside you. If I had known that you were in love with Anna, I wouldn't have married you..."

He casually tossed her to the side, as if she was a rag.

It hurt, so much.

Olivia started to shiver all over. She knelt by his feet, hands on her belly, and resigned to her fate. "I know you hate me. Boyce, you can do whatever you want with me as long as you let me keep this baby. Please..."

"No way."

Three brief words completely shattered her hope.

He dragged her to kneel in front of Anna's framed photo. "Anna died with wounds all over her. You're just like her now. It's time for you to taste the humiliation that Anna suffered. Kneel here for the night as your atonement!"

The floor was cold. Olivia closed her eyes. She knew she was responsible, though not directly, for Anna's death, so she had been keeping Anna's photo. For the three years of their marriage, Olivia had been repenting every day.

To apologize to her sister, she would kneel here.

Olivia answered, "Okay, but the baby..."

"Just kneel here and we'll talk about it tomorrow." Boyce turned around and went upstairs, leaving a mess in the empty living room.

Beneath her knees was the cold hard marble floor. It sent out bone-chilling cold and unbearable pain. But she endured it. She would do anything for the baby.

It started to thunder after midnight and the air was freezing cold. Olivia's lips turned purple. She endured it through gritted teeth and folded her hands on her belly, saving the only source of warmth to the weak baby in her belly.

Finally, the sky started to brighten up.

Boyce appeared by the stairs on the second floor and said something on the phone before slowly walking down.

Olivia covered her belly with both hands and looked at him expectantly.

"Boyce, can I...keep the baby..."

"I will not kill him with my own hands."

Feeling eased, Olivia let out a long breath. She almost cried, "Boyce, thank you..."

"Don't thank me yet."

As soon as Boyce finished speaking, the door of the villa was pushed open. A dozen burly men rushed in and called out respectfully, "Mr. Clark."

Boyce pointed at Olivia who was kneeling on the floor and couldn't get up. "Get her to 4U Club. You know what to do."

Olivia immediately froze. 4U Club was where Anna died.

It seemed to be a bar, but actually, it was a place where men could pay for pleasure!

So this was what he meant when he said that he wouldn't kill the baby "with his own hands"!

He wanted her to suffer all the humiliation at 4U Club and then have a miscarriage...

"Olivia, I told you, blood will have blood."

She turned deathly pale and shook her head in desperation. But her legs were numb from the kneeling and she couldn't stand up. She had to crawl to Boyce's feet and begged, "Boyce, please. I'm pregnant. You can torture me however you want after the baby's born."

Boyce kicked her away. "You owe this to Anna. You have to pay it back!"

He looked up at the bodyguards and ordered, "Take her away."

Seeing that the bodyguards were coming for her, Olivia begged while crying and banging her forehead on the ground, "Boyce, Please! Please let the baby go. Please..."

One thump after another…

She banged it hard. However, Boyce remained cold and silent.

Olivia had no choice but to turn around and beg in front of Anna's photo, sobbing, "Anna, it's my fault. I'm sorry. Please talk Boyce out of this if you can hear me, okay? Please, Anna..."

Suddenly, she felt fierce pain in her scalp. Boyce had yanked her head up by the hair with one hand and clenched her neck with the other. "Don't think an apology will be enough. You will never be able to atone for what you've done to Anna!"

Then, he turned around and snapped at the bodyguards, "Why are you still standing there?"

Thrown to the ground, Olivia coughed violently, and her throat burned with pain. Before she could realize it, the bodyguards had already come up and pressed her onto the floor. They tied her hands and feet with thick ropes and asked, "Mr. Clark, will she be open…for that business at the club?"

After all, she was Boyce's woman. They did not dare to act rashly and needed to double-check.

Boyce narrowed his eyes. "That business is what a club does. Do you need me to tell you that?"

"Understood. We will tell that to the owner of the club."

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