"Lucrezia, please, there has gotta be another way."
"Oh, don't tell me you grew attached to a cyst of cells. I thought you had a bit more brain than that."
"Please, please, please."
"Ugh, as if a man whining isn't disgusting enough, an omega crying is an even bigger pollution of my eardrums. Stop it! It's decided!"
"Luther! Luther called! I heard you talking! He will be by your side! Keep me as a card to blackmail him with!"
"You? A card to blackmail Luther? Honey, don't be ridiculous. He doesn't care about one of his simps' bootycall."
"Luther is sensitive. He would do everything to protect a baby."
"I doubt it. It's a everybody for their own world, honey."
"He will. He is hiding now because I asked him!"
"What?"
Lucrezia's face twisted in anger. Not even the ridiculous amount of botox could even hold in place the rage she was vibrating inside her.
Confessing about my betrayal was stupidly risky, but I had no cards left to save myself—
No. Not myself, but my baby.
