Emily pov
I had no choice but to pretend that I was happy and I believed him and that I accepted my fate.
Dammit! He didn't know how slavery girls could be rebellious!
I lived my whole life poorly imprisoned and I wanted to try to escape but I didn't find the chance. Not even the place to go to for the money!
But not this time.
Over my dead body, even so I couldn't in that I loved Zachary a bit.
He was actually trying to be nice to me as much as he could. But as soon as the time was 8 pm, he left my room and came back sweating, exhausted at 10 pm.
Nothing has changed.
Except for my stomach, my belly popped up as if I was going to give birth any minute.
My knees are weak, I wasn't able to walk on my own. He always helped me when he was around. He made sure to free himself to be with me. Which was something I found good but still I wasn't sure if I was able to give him another chance or not?