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The scoundrel caused my miscarriage, and I made him pay with his life Novel Cover

The scoundrel caused my miscarriage, and I made him pay with his life

In a dilapidated warehouse, my husband brutally cut open my abdomen to extract the fetus. All for the sake of obtaining bone marrow from our child to save the life of the son he had with his mistress. "Honey, I'm begging you, don't hurt the baby," I pleaded with him. "Arina, don't be afraid. It won't hurt. Just a little while, and you'll be free,". Just when I was on the verge of giving up all hope, the sound of approaching help reached my ears. I felt a glimmer of joy, thinking I was finally going to escape this nightmarish hell. But then, in an instant, there was a sharp "Puff!" It was the sound of a dagger slicing through my belly. There was a deep gash in my abdomen, and blood was gushing out profusely. "Ah! My baby!" "How could you be so cruel?" I stared in disbelief at my best friend standing before me. "Arina, you have to die today..."
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Chapter 4

I knocked on the door.

"Come in," came Marina's voice.

Relieved, I thought to myself that at least the finance head hadn't been replaced.

Marina had been the company's chief financial officer since my parents were alive.

She was a long - standing and trustworthy employee.

I opened the door and stepped inside.

But the scene that greeted me left me dumbfounded...

First to catch my eye were two tall fortune - bringing trees.

A glimmer of golden light flashed, almost blinding me.

On closer inspection, each leaf on the fortune - bringing trees emitted a faint golden glow, as if they were crafted from solid gold. The opulence was overwhelming.

Around the corner was an imposing office desk, almost as grand as Davi's. I ran my hand over it.

It felt like black ebony, surely worth a fortune.

The decor of this finance office was drastically different from what it used to be.

"Arina, long time no see. What brings you to the company?" Marina stood up to greet me.

"Marina, I wanted to ask you..."

My eyes fixed on Marina's expensive designer suit.

I was stunned.

It was a limited - edition piece from a top brand, costing hundreds of thousands.

Although as the chief financial officer, Marina could afford it, it still seemed overly extravagant.

My gaze dropped, and I caught sight of Marina's bracelet.

It was a custom - made bracelet from a luxury brand, worth a staggering one million.

It was only sold to the most exclusive VIPs.

"Arina, what were you going to ask me?" Marina repeated, her voice breaking through my shock.

As she spoke, she took slow, deliberate steps towards me.

The malice in her eyes was almost palpable.

A cold sneer formed in my heart.

Now I was certain that she had been bought off by Davi.

"Marina, didn't you say last time that you really liked that bag? I specifically brought it back for you from France this time,"

I said casually, as if nothing was amiss.

"The bag is in the car. I'll have my assistant bring it up to you later,". "Oh, you really shouldn't have. I can't let you spend so much on me," she replied, feigning reluctance.

"Marina, you've watched me grow up. You're like family to me," I said, taking a step forward and grasping her hand.

"Since I got pregnant, I haven't been able to take care of the company. I really appreciate all your hard work during this time," I continued, trying to sound sincere.

Marina's eyes flickered, and it seemed like she wanted to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.

My heart sank completely, and I turned to leave, feeling a sense of profound disappointment.

Moments later, Davi appeared out of nowhere.

It turned out that everything that had just transpired was under his watchful eye.

"Marina, what did Arina say to you just now?"

Davi's sharp gaze seemed to pierce through her, as if trying to read her every thought.

"Nothing. She didn't say anything. She just mentioned getting a bag for me," Marina replied, her head bowed low.

She seemed intimidated by Davi, nervously rubbing her hands together.

"Hmph. I hope you know who your master is," Davi sneered.

Without a second thought, he casually flicked his lit cigarette butt straight at Marina's face.

Marina didn't dare to flinch or dodge.

She stood there, allowing the cigarette butt to burn her skin.

Then Davi walked away.

The rhythmic click - clack of his leather shoes on the floor echoed in the room.

Bang!

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