You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

It wasn't the first time Shelly had been slapped by Luther, but he had never hit her so hard before.

She was completely confused, covering her cheeks with her hands. There was the fishy taste of blood in her mouth, and her eardrums kept buzzing.

Luther's rage made her completely terrified. Tears kept rolling in her eyes, before they finally fell down in big drops.

Luther was so angry that he tried to get up from the bed. Jacqueline rushed forward to stop him, "Luther, you can't get out of bed. You can't move around. Don't be angry. You have several broken ribs. You haven't recovered yet. Don't be angry.”

Indeed, he just moved a bit and he felt suffocating in his chest like he was dying.

"Ahem."

things we've deceived him about, he's remembered."

say anything. Her tears kept falling and she didn't even dare

questioned hysterically, "What you say, is

her head repeatedly in fear, not daring to

Joyce. At the engagement party, it wasn't Joyce who pushed Charlotte down the stairs. It must be Charlotte who wanted to set Joyce up and get rid of the evil child in her belly!

carrying my child! Do you know that you hired someone to push her off the overpass and you almost caused her to miscarry? That's my child and

cliff. That's why I can be here alive to reprimand you in front of you." sᴇaʀᴄh

"That's the whole truth.”

sinful child? The worst crime? She deserves to die? Luther's voice was deep and hoarse as he asked

words. She desperately shook her head. She didn't know that. She

I'm sorry,