Nicole knelt before Jarrod, her body weak and pressed against his knee.
y Jarrod skillfully undid his belt buckle with a quiet click.
Nicole's face drained of color.
She knew what he 7 wanted her to do.
Outraged, she couldn't contain her words.
"Jarrod, isn't Jamie enough for you? Can't you wait until | you're recovered from your illness?" Jarrod chuckled mockingly.
"Isn't this what you deserve? I wouldn't treat Jamie this way.
I cherish her." His words stung, as if belittling her as a mere plaything to be used by men.
Shame washed over Nicole, her lip caught between her teeth until it reddened.
Jarrod, unbothered, cradled the back of her head with his hand, his eyes intense.
He spoke softly yet firmly.
“Whether your father ends up in prison will depend entirely on my mood." He assumed Nicole lied to him again, his fury growing.
He had almost forgotten the venom beneath her beautiful exterior.
In his mind, Nicole deemed men to be just pawns for her schemes.
He loathed himself for almost falling into her trap.
She was never honest, always calculating and duplicitous.
But he couldn't let her go, using force to keep her close.
He convinced himself this was his way of revenge since she once played with his feelings.
He wanted to make her suffer slowly.
Nicole shivered, her eyelashes fluttering.

She shut her eyes, refusing to show her tears.
Jarrod watched her, then ordered coldly, "Open your eyes!” With reluctance, Nicole opened her eyes, and the glisten in her eyes
dimmed.

Jarrod grasped her hair, yanking her head back to meet his gaze, a malicious smirk on his lips.
"Take a good look.
Who are you providing service to?” A sickly flush colored Nicole's face as her hatred surfaced.
It excited him further, boiling his blood.

effect on his mind and body drove Jarrod to a height of exhilaration. After their intimate moments, Jarrod nonchalantly cleaned himself with mineral water. He noticed Nicole eyeing the remaining water. Deliberately, he drank it all, denying her the chance to cleanse herself. "Feel blessed with being surrounded by my scents. If you become horny, take my scents for some comfort." Nicole felt sick, overwhelmed by his lingering scent. Jarrod covered Nicole with his jacket, his scent causing her to grimace. Reluctantly, she wore it to cover herself. Jarrod then helped

making a call to arrange everything. They arrived swiftly at their destination, bringing the car to a halt. Jarrod remained calm, rolling down the window and lighting

"Jarrod, you can't force me! This is my child!" “Your child?" Jarrod's eyes darkened.
"I'm not going to force you.
Choose between the child and your father." Choose? Nicole's face twisted in torment.
She couldn't abandon either! Struggling to stay calm, her voice trembled, "Jarrod, please, let me keep this baby.
I really have cancer.
My life is fading.
I want my kid to ease my parents' agony after my death.
Please, take me to run for tests and you'll see I’m seriously ill.
We can try different treatments and consult various doctors.
You'll see the truth then." Jarrod sneered, his tone laced with disdain.

her head, her

he was.” Asmirk crossed Jarrod’s face.

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