Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The verbal attacks Susan endured from Marcos' parents and grandparents were far more vicious than any physical assault she'd ever faced. She had always known words could wound deeply, but their cruelty cut straight to her soul.

Unable to bear it any longer, Susan ran out of the villa. Every word from the Giron family had pierced her like a needle. She was human, and she could feel pain. What did she mean to them? What did they take her for?

Marcos came out with a tray of fruit, only to find that Susan was gone. "Dad, where's Susan?" he asked.

"Oh, she said she wasn't feeling well and left early," Mr. Giron lied without hesitation.

Marcos frowned. Susan had been so invested in this meeting-there was no way she would leave without saying something to him.

"That's why Mom kept asking me to wash and cut fruit earlier, isn't it? What did you say to her?" Marcos felt as though he'd been tricked. He had thought the purpose of this meeting was for his family to acknowledge Susan.

But now it was clear they had simply sent him away so they could bombard Susan with insults until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Marcos, we're only doing this for your own good. We're not saying you need to marry someone of equal status, but at least someone clean," his father said. "Women from the entertainment industry-how many of them are decent? Don't let her fool you. That Miss Langdon is a much better match for you!"

"Dad, you're ruining lives here!" Marcos snapped. He turned to rush out the door. The night was freezing, and Susan was out there alone. What if something happened to her?

"We're saving you, not ruining anything!"

"Susan is carrying my child!" Marcos shouted, his voice trembling with anger. "The doctor said the pregnancy was already unstable. She can't handle stress like this! What you've done is unforgivable!" Marcos had always been respectful to his elders, but this time they had pushed him to his limit.

"She's pregnant?" The family members exchanged uneasy glances. If something happened to the baby, how would they explain it to the Simmons family? They hadn't wanted this marriage, but they also didn't want to create animosity between the two families.

Marcos ran out like a madman.

Susan hadn't called for a car. She had simply run down the road, away from the villa. Marcos tried calling her, but she didn't answer.

cold wind stung his face. The

light of a streetlamp, he spotted a figure

tears blurring her vision. Distraught, she had tripped and fallen. Pain radiated from her lower abdomen, and she

She knew the first three months were

our baby! My stomach hurts

don't worry. I'll save both of you," Marcos said, his voice thick with guilt. He should never have

red with blood. Her pants were soaked through. Susan sobbed uncontrollably

so much about this child. Now, that dream was slipping

you-save my baby! I must keep this child!" Susan pleaded, her face pale

here," a nurse said, stopping Marcos at the door. Over an hour passed. When the doctor finally emerged,

been ready to become a father, but in an instant, that future was

other chances," the doctor consoled him. "But the patient is in poor physical

was fast asleep, her face streaked with dried tears. Marcos sat by her

I'm so sorry," he whispered. For the first time in

Giron families arrived soon

Marcos by

Susan. If you want to hit me or yell at me, go ahead," Marcos

I thought you were a man of your word. But if you can't even protect her,

it's all my fault. Everything is my fault,"

the Simmons' accusations, the

son! If you had controlled her better, none of

you just

tarnished reputation. No one

"How dare you!"

Marcos shouted, his eyes red with anger. "Haven't you done enough? I've already told you-I'm