~Ginevra~
Emiliano dragged me down to his room. He reached inside and pushed me on the bed.
“Oww!” I exclaimed. I sat up quickly. He turned away from me. He held his head and grunted. He faced me again. He was angry. Just like he was before when he caught me with the journal. I shifted to the edge of the bed in tears. I couldn’t believe Emiliano could hurt me. I regret ever being pregnant for him.
“I hate you,” I whimpered. He crouched in front of me, staring into my eyes. My heart thumbs up to my throat. He held my hands. I shifted back in fear. I was now scared of him.