Pregnant After One Night Stand With Billionaire

Kidnapped

Lydia was awakened by hunger. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a day and a night, and her stomach had been rumbling for a while.

She slowly opened her eyes, finding the surroundings dim. As she adjusted to the light, she realized she was in what seemed to be a warehouse.

Some sunlight filtered in through the skylight, providing just enough warmth to keep Lydia from feeling too cold.

Where was she? She remembered being on the street, with the sound of waves faintly echoing in her ears. Could this be a warehouse near the beach?

The door suddenly swung open, and the glaring light made Lydia shield her face with her hand. As she adjusted to the brightness, she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Awake, are you? How do you feel? Surprised to see us?" Maggie's face carried a mocking smile, ridiculing Lydia's naivety and foolishness. Why didn't she just sign the agreement? Instead, she had to make things so complicated, only to end up in their hands anyway?

Ron stood next to Maggie, his gaze cold and unfamiliar to Lydia, making her feel like she was facing a venomous snake.

"Did you kidnap me?" Lydia asked.

Maggie clicked her tongue twice. "Darling sister, don't be so harsh! How could this be a kidnapping? We simply wanted to invite you back for a nice chat. Besides, we rescued you from the busy street. Otherwise, wouldn't you have been run over by passing cars?"

Lydia stared at them, eyes wide. "What do you want? I won't give you my grandfather's inheritance!"

"Lydia! I don't think you've realized your situation yet. Do you think you have a choice?" Ron sneered and took out an agreement. "Sign it obediently; it's beneficial for both you and us."

Filled with grief and anger, Lydia spat at Ron, "You beast! Bastard! This is illegal! I'll call the police and have you arrested!"

"Haha, that's if you can get out first. At this point, do you think you can leave if you don't sign this agreement?" Ron's mocking smile irritated Lydia's nerves. She clenched her fists, her mind unexpectedly clear.

She surveyed the warehouse, considering her escape options. With her hands and feet weak, even if she wanted to run, she didn't have the strength.

Lydia suddenly quieted down, surprising Maggie and Ron.

After a moment of silence, Lydia spoke again, "Fine, bring me some food first. I'm hungry now, too weak to sign anything!"

Maggie frowned. "Don't try to play tricks!"

"What? Can't you even fulfill such a small request? Or are you afraid that if I eat, I'll escape?" Lydia knew in her heart that whether she signed or not, she would die. These despicable people wouldn't let her go!

She hated it! Hated the injustice of fate! Hated herself for being so blind, falling for such a heartless man! And hated the cruelty of these scoundrels!

She couldn't die; she had to live. She had to get revenge! She would make sure these scoundrels had no place to bury themselves!

"You're not capable of that!" Ron sneered and signaled Maggie to prepare some food for Lydia. Maggie grumbled but went out anyway. After a while, she brought Lydia a bowl of noodles and a bowl of water.

Hungry, Lydia ate quickly without saying much. When she finished the noodles, she poured the water onto the ground, "The water's cold! I want hot water!"

Ron signaled to Maggie, and she reluctantly went out again. When she returned, she brought Lydia a bowl of hot water, steaming gently.

Gritting her teeth, Lydia stepped forward and grabbed the hot water from Maggie's hand, then swiftly threw it at Ron's face.

Caught off guard, Ron was scalded by the boiling water, which also broke the skin on his scalp as the bowl shattered on his head. Blood mixed with water dripped down his face, making him look somewhat miserable.

"Ahh!"

Ron cried out in pain, and Maggie rushed forward to check on him. Seizing the opportunity, Lydia dashed for the door.

"Don't worry about me! That bit*h has run away!"

Ron, his face twisted in pain, covered the wound on his head with one hand and hurriedly chased after Lydia, with Maggie following closely behind.