The Forsaken Bride

nician suddenly spoke, her expression grave. Every head in the o

ok. The syringe was immediately withdrawn. After checking the m

rantically, her eyes pleading. Because of the years spent as a human blood bank for her sister, her

an unknown shadow in this young lady's uterus. If we force the surgery,

he armrest of his wheelchair. The sound was rhythmic

esitated, then

mbling Elena with utter indifference. "Continue the surgery. I

an Thorne was a demon who viewed human life as a mere statistic. She was bei

he surgeon asked, his voice sh

. "Daring to marry into the Thorne family while carrying a bast

Rep

knock,

the hallway, "Young Master Cillian, Madam is he

er here? He gestured to the doctor

face was stern. "Cillian, Elena Vanc

a bastard, Mother. A

ut we can't unlock it without them. That chip has a password, and Jason Vance is

s,' he will provide the password. Just bear with her for now. Treat her like a toy, a dog the

ew Nig

the Thorne estate. Servants scrubbed her body, dressed her in revealing, provocative clothes, and applied he

imousine. The space felt cramped under the weight of his

er plotting?" Cillian's eyes snapped open

s that same scent-the one from the night Cillian had been drugged. His irritation flared. How c

vely closed her eyes, her breath hitching. For a second, his aura remin

dismissed it. The man from that night had been athletic and

ocked her. "You don't actually thi

Cillian's tone suddenly turned hauntingly g

ous occasion. As your husband, I

her wish? What kind of twisted "celebration"