All too late for his love

Chapter 231

Willow was in agony. It was the kind that blurred the lines between pain and existence. It just ached, a constant, throbbing torment.

The agony loft her in a haze, her mind clouded to the point where she couldn’t make out Matthew’s words. All she could register was the intensifying pain.

Her body felt weightless, and she was then slammed onto the car seat with brutal force. Before she knew it, the Lamborghini roared away, hurling her into darkness.

Willow woke up gasping for air. She felt something tight constricting her neck, making every breath a painful struggle. She thought it might be the Grim Reaper coming for her soul. But when she opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of bloodshot orbs.

It was Matthew. Perhaps she’d seen his icy demeanor too often lately, for she almost forgot the warmth that once resided in his gaze.

“Matthew, please… let me go… Willow struggled to speak through the tight grip around her neck.

Aaron and Nicola’s graves lay desecrated; she couldn’t bear to see their resting place dishonored. She had to restore it.

go?” Matthew’s sneer was as cold as a winter wind. “Willow, you took the life of my and Willa’s child. Letting you go? Who’s

them with another child? Taken aback, Willow struggled to grasp the meaning

were already gone–one forsaken by his own father, the other brutally taken

more children. How on earth was

noticed the confusion in Willow’s eyes. “Willow, your cruelty has robbed

Wilhelmina’s inability to conceive is her own doing. It’s

Willow spoke, the pain in her neck spiked, rendering her

I used to think you had some

Willa down those stairs. Don’t you dare try to deny it!

done!

Not until you give me and

trembled violently. Matthew wanted her to bear a child for him and Wilhelmina. How could she possibly comply

surroundings, Willow realized she wasn’t in Matthew’s car

Chapter 231

She lay sprawled across a