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.

face. The

he spotted a figure slumped on the ground. His

Pain radiated from her lower abdomen, and she felt a

she cried. Though she had never experienced a miscarriage before, she felt a deep, instinctive fear. She knew the first three months were

save our baby! My stomach

worry. I'll save both of you," Marcos said, his voice thick with guilt.

hospital, her white coat stained red with blood. Her

child. Now, that dream was slipping away like fragments of a shattered

must keep this child!" Susan pleaded, her face

hour passed. When the doctor finally emerged, Marcos could barely stand. "I'm sorry," the doctor said. "We did everything we could, but we couldn't save the baby. The patient had already lost too much blood

go blank. He had been ready to become a father, but in an

consoled him. "But the patient is in poor physical and

room, she was fast asleep, her face streaked with dried tears.

sorry," he whispered. For the first time in his life, he felt

the Simmons and Giron families arrived

Mr. Simmons grabbed Marcos by the collar, his voice trembling

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

is gone!" Mr. Simmons roared. "Marcos, I thought you were a man of your word. But if you can't

fault. Everything is my fault," Marcos admitted, his voice

the

had controlled

did you

tarnished reputation. No one would want

"How dare you!"

already told you-I'm