Inara_Me

*Dark Mafia Romance*
Pregnant. 
"I.." she blinked at the words that were blinding her. "I.."
"I? I? What, Evelyn?" Salvatore spat, making her flinch. "What is it that you want to say, say it loud and fucking clear!" 

She jumped on the spot and closed her eyes in fear. "I.." 

"What?!" His scream was powerful enough that Evelyn jumped on the spot and started to cry. Why was this happening to her? Why were these papers in front of her? 

"I don't know," she screamed back with rivers of tears flowing down her face. "I don't know what happened. I don't know what's happening!" 

Salvatore chuckled darkly and shook his head as he barked out at her, "You don't know what's going on? Fine, I will tell you what's going on. You are three months pregnant with the child of a man that you spent one night with." His voice lowered several octaves and deepened. He was controlling himself. 

The reality made her close her eyes and lower her head. 

The product of a one night stand was inside her womb. 

This reason alone was enough for her father to discard her had he been alive and he was her father but Salvatore was her husband. She opened her eyes and looked at him again. What was he going to do? 

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Salvatore had never let the information out. No one knew that he had the same darkness inside him that his father carried in his veins. 

He had buried it successfully until she came along. 

Evelyn.

~Not for faint hearted.~

Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation

The slapped cheek kept on stinging as she watched the man give her a final look, his eyes moving up and down on her, before he finally left.

The moment the door closed, a huge breath went out of her lungs that she had no idea she had been holding.

Her head hung down. Evelyn was tired, she was drained of energy, dehydrated and hungry.

She had no idea if she was truly pregnant, but the ultrasound machine was something she did not think could lie and the way their sexual life went on, she could hardly say that being pregnant was impossible.

She was bound to the chair by ropes. Her hands were tied behind her back and her feet were tried individually to each leg of the chair.

She had struggled when that man had touched her cheek and that struggle burnt her skin against the ropes, making her feel how tightly with they bound to her.

The planning - II