Chapter 9 We Saved the Baby... For
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Big, hot tears rolled down her face. The guys in front of her were tearing at her clothes, groping her without any restraint.
"Please... stop, I'm begging you... I'm pregnant... seriously, I'm pregnant, just let me go..."
The more Evelyn fought back, the more excited the thugs got. One of them, clearly not thinking straight, pulled out a small knife from his pocket—just trying to scare her—but his hand slipped, and the blade slashed right across her right cheek.
"Aah!"
Evelyn screamed, pain shooting through her as blood spilled from the cut, turning her once-beautiful face into something almost unrecognizable and terrifying.
Her cheek burned. God, it hurt.
She wanted to run. Get out of this nightmare. But she couldn't. The only two people she knew in her life wouldn't save her—they probably wished she'd disappear forever.
It felt like her whole world was crumbling. Twenty-something years of life, and what did she have to show for it? Just emptiness and pain. That hopeless, suffocating feeling took over, and then—she bit down on her tongue.
The man with the scar held up his phone, filming her, zoomed in on Evelyn's body as her clothes were ripped away, her pale skin exposed bit by bit.
His breath quickened. "Damn, this chick's got a body on her."
He tossed the phone aside and got in close. He pinned her down roughly and leaned in to kiss her neck.
"No... please..."
Evelyn's voice trembled as blood started pooling beneath her, staining what was left of her clothes. She just lay there in the grass, drained, barely hanging on, like she'd just been dragged out of a vat of blood.
The thugs all jumped back, clearly panicked now.
"Boss, something's wrong. Look!"
Scarface followed the guy's finger—and there she was, clothes barely clinging to her body, lying in a pool of blood that was getting bigger fast.
He'd never seen anything like this. This was way beyond what they signed up for. No one wanted to catch a murder charge. Seeing all that blood, he freaked out, grabbed his phone, and took off with the others, like their lives depended on it.
Suddenly, the dark, grimy room went dead silent. Just Evelyn was left, alone, trembling, eyes full of tears. Agonizing pain twisted through her stomach. She could feel something slipping away from inside her.
"My baby..."
She wanted to hold on, to save it—but she couldn't move. Her whole body felt like it had given up on her.
I'm sorry, baby. I swore I'd keep you safe... but I failed you. I really tried.
The light dimmed from her eyes. That survival instinct, that last grip on hope—it faded. She lay there on the hard floor, alone and quiet, death creeping in.
Then, all of a sudden, the door creaked open—from the outside.
"Evelyn!"
She could barely process the voice. Her stomach was a wreck, her face was on fire, and her eyes felt glued shut. No matter how hard she tried... she just couldn't stay awake.
Lucas Carter sat on the hallway bench, staring at the door of the operating room. The light had been on this whole time—like something out of a horror movie, waiting for a verdict.
He'd known Evelyn for years, practically grown up with her. After she married Fabian, he'd left for school abroad. Truthfully, he just needed to get away.
This trip back was supposed to be a surprise for her. But when he finally found out where she was—it turned into a nightmare.
He had no idea what had happened to Evelyn. Why had it gotten so bad? And how was it that not one person from the Jackson family showed up?
The surgery dragged on for nearly two hours. When the light finally went off, Lucas was the first to rush over. Seeing Evelyn pale, unconscious on the hospital bed made his heart ache.
"Evelyn..."
Her eyes were blank. Like she wasn't even there.
The doctor spoke grimly. "We managed to save the baby for now, but... the cut on her face—"
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