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Hold the Birth Back

Nine months pregnant, the protagonist is locked in a storage room by her husband, Sean Conner. To secure the family inheritance for his late brother's widow, Quinn, Sean demands his wife delay her delivery. He dismisses her agony as a ploy for status, accusing her of manipulating the birth timing. After Quinn's child is safely born, Sean finally sends for his wife, only to discover a devastating tragedy. This billionaire romance and action story follows the fallout of his cruel choice.
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Chapter 2

“You worthless woman! Because of you, Sean chewed me out! I’ll make sure you pay for this. Why don’t you play with my dog for a while?”

The next second, heavy panting filled the dark room as a massive dog closed in on me. It shoved me down, its paws crushing my chest.

Terrified, I screamed, and my baby thrashed inside my belly in panic. When I tried to push the beast away, it sank its teeth into my hand.

I collapsed helplessly onto the freezing floor, tears slipping silently down my cheeks as the dog growled, low and threatening, beside my ear. My vision blurred, and I felt death itself reaching for me.

Just when I thought it was all over, Grace stormed back in. She yanked the dog off and barked my name, but I was too weak to answer. Panic flickered across her face as she stepped deeper into the pitch-black basement.

With no lights, she had to grab a fistful of my hair, jerking my head up just to see my face. Then, she gave a sharp, disdainful grunt and slammed my head back to the ground.

“My dog never bites anyone. Look at you, scared half to death. How pathetic!” she sneered. “What happened to that loud mouth you had when I was on the phone with Sean earlier?”

Her eyes burned with disgust.

“I get it now. This is just another one of your cheap tricks. Pretending to be half-dead, huh? Well, I’m warning you. No one here is falling for your act anymore!”

She stepped back and bent to pet the dog. However, when her hand came away wet, she pulled out her phone, shone its light, and saw the dog’s fur smeared with blood.

Before I could explain, Grace flew into a rage. She spun and kicked me in the stomach, hard.

“Zoe! Are you insane? How dare you hurt my dog? Its life is worth more than yours ever will be!” she shrieked. “If it dies because of you, I’ll make sure Sean divorces you! An evil woman like you will have a child just as vile, a character unworthy to be an heir! You think you can go into labor before Quinn? Dream on!”

She stormed off in fury, slamming the window shut on her way out. The air in the basement grew thinner, and my body shook uncontrollably.

In a haze, I thought I heard a baby’s cries. That small, fragile voice called me “Mommy,” begging me to save him.

I broke down in sobs. Today was supposed to be the day I held my child and kissed his soft little face. However, fate was cruel enough to snatch him away before I could even meet him.

Through tears, I cradled my belly and whispered, “Baby, if we get to meet again, I hope you’re born into a family filled with love and happiness…”

My breathing slowed, and my blood seemed to stop flowing.

Then, suddenly, the basement door creaked open. A beam of light cut across my blood-streaked face. The man who entered froze at the sight of me lying in a pool of red.

With the last of my strength, I reached toward him and whispered, “Help me…”

His voice shook with fear. “Who are you? What did you do to deserve punishment from Mr. Conner himself?”

“I’m… Sean’s wife,” I rasped, lifting my bloodied hand. My wedding ring still clung to my finger, now stained dark with blood.

“This is the custom wedding band Sean and I had made,” I added.

The man stepped closer and recognized it instantly. Still, before letting me out, he hesitated and called Sean.

“Mr. Conner, I found your wife in the basement. She’s badly injured and bleeding heavily. Should I take her to the hospital?”

Sean’s voice held a note of surprise. “Bleeding? Grace just complained to me that Zoe hurt her dog. I didn’t think it was that bad. No wonder Grace was angry.”

His tone hardened. “Don’t fall for her tricks. That blood isn’t even hers. She’s fine. She’s just scheming to give birth to the baby before Quinn. Leave her. I’ll handle it later.”

The man tried to explain, but Sean hung up on him.

He looked down at me with pity, and just when I thought he would walk away like everyone else, he stopped.

“You’re pregnant,” he said firmly, almost convincing himself. “I can’t abandon a woman carrying a child. My own wife is pregnant too. If she were in trouble, I’d want someone to help her. So I’ll save you.”

He lifted me onto his back, carried me out of that basement, and then called for an ambulance.

For the first time, I let out a shaky breath of relief. However, when we arrived at the hospital, there were no doctors, medicine, or equipment.

After several desperate calls, the paramedics discovered that this was the very hospital where Quinn was giving birth. Because Sean was so obsessed with her, he had diverted every medical resource in the building to her private ward.

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