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.

wind stung his face. The thought of Susan

he spotted a figure slumped on the ground. His heart

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

a miscarriage before, she felt a deep, instinctive fear. She knew the first three months were the most fragile, and her

baby! My stomach hurts

Marcos said, his voice thick with guilt. He should never have trusted his

stained red with blood. Her pants

much about this child. Now, that dream was

baby! I must keep this child!" Susan pleaded, her face pale from blood

the emergency room. "Family members, please wait here," a nurse said, stopping Marcos at the door. Over an 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 when she arrived. The miscarriage was unavoidable. We've performed a uterine

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

the doctor consoled him. "But the patient is in poor physical and emotional health. She'll need time to recover. Make sure she

Susan was transferred to a hospital room, she was fast asleep, her face streaked with dried tears. Marcos sat by

he whispered. For the first

and Giron families arrived

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

sorry. I failed to protect Susan. If you want to hit me or yell at me,

said the baby is gone!" Mr. Simmons roared. "Marcos, I thought you were a man of your word. But if you can't even protect her, I'll

Everything is my fault,"

the Giron

daughter who clung to our son! If you had controlled

you just

a tarnished reputation. No one

"How dare you!"

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