You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Otis glanced obliquely at Charlotte's belly and frowned, “I'm tired of your body already. When are you going to get pregnant? I need an heir to the Heath family." If it weren't for that, he wouldn't even bother to touch her.

She was quite pretty and hot, and he felt good for the first few times and he was patient enough back then. However, anything since that got boring. After all, she was really just a used toy to him now, tasteless and not worth his time.

It's not like she was a virgin, who could give him her memorable first time.

If not for the fact that she was the daughter of the Heath family, and he wanted a child for the Heath family, he would not even bother to touch her. There were so many women out there who wanted to sleep with him!

Charlotte subconsciously stroked her belly.

Four years ago in order to set Joyce up she fell down the stairs and miscarried. Back then, she suffered a great deal, spent quite a long time in the ICU and was forced to have one of her fallopian tubes removed. Now her chances of getting pregnant were cut half, and it's really not easy for her to get pregnant again.

also wanted a child that she could control and she wanted to

how much she disliked Otis, this was the only way she could go at the moment and she had to put up with

had a hold over her

to conceive? Shouldn't it be your

for Ricky when it came to sex. Sex could last long enough with Ricky and Ricky was strong enough

ruthless and vicious, and Otis was different. He was

was much harder to

thought about it now, Ricky was good to her and did everything

even Ricky was killed by

topic was usually the softest spot of a man. Otis stepped forward and fiercely squeezed Charlotte's jaw, "Bitch. How many men have you slept with, don't you even know that?" “Luther, Ricky, and that Thomas guy, right? That Thomas you killed. There should be certainly more. I think you've been quite broken after SO many men, so you can't get pregnant?” Otis's eyes were bloodshot, and he was furious to the core, "Charlotte, don't you make any trouble for us. I want to make it clear to you. I know about your past. You are more than just a used toy. For example, I heard that they had some sort of medicine

and spoke slowly to her, word