Introduction
På grund av min utomäktenskapliga graviditet såg min familj mig som en skam för familjen. De fängslade och torterade mig...
Jag födde fyrlingar med stor svårighet i ett lager och drabbades av svår blödning.
Men min syster tog två av mina barn och låtsades vara deras mor, och blev den aktade fru Winston.
Jag lyckades knappt fly med mina två återstående barn...
Fyra år senare återvände jag med mina två barn!
Jag är fast besluten att hitta de barn som togs ifrån mig!
Jag kommer också att hämnas!
De som har skadat mig kommer att möta min vrede!
Jag kommer att få dem att knäböja och be om min förlåtelse!
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Amelia Hart
Chapter 1
"John, jag har värkar. Snälla... snälla ta mig till sjukhuset... annars kommer mina barn och jag att dö här!"
Den mörka natten, ett hjärtskärande ljud ekade genom bakrummet i DeRoss-residensets lager.
Haley DeRoss bankade på dörren medan hon skrek i smärta, hennes ansikte förvridet av den intensiva smärtan. Svetten rann ner för hennes panna som regn.
Hennes svullna mage drog ihop sig smärtsamt, medan rött blod flödade från hennes underkropp.
Haley hade för tidiga värkar och hon blödde kraftigt!
Utanför dörren satt en medelålders man i fyrtio- eller femtioårsåldern och rökte en cigarett.
När han hörde Haleys vädjan svarade han kallt, "Fröken, fadern till barnet i din mage är okänd. Tror du verkligen att herrn och frun skulle skämma ut sig genom att skicka dig till sjukhuset? Håll dig lugn och sluta göra en scen!"
Tårarna föll okontrollerat från Haleys ögon.
För åtta månader sedan hade en journalist tagit bilder av henne när hon tillbringade natten med en man på ett hotell, vilket gjorde henne till stadens åtlöje.
Kort därefter upptäcktes det att hon var gravid. Hennes far, skamsen över henne, hade tvingat henne att göra en abort.
Men precis innan aborten rullade hon plötsligt av sjuksängen och flydde. Hon skulle hellre dö än att låta sitt barn dödas.
Som resultat hade hennes far låst in henne i detta lilla rum, lämnad åt sitt öde. Hon hade varit inlåst i hela åtta månader. Aldrig hade hon satt sin fot utanför.
"John, jag ber dig, rädda mitt barn, annars kommer det att bli blodspillan... John, snälla hjälp mig..."
Den outhärdliga smärtan i hennes mage kom i vågor, och Haleys vädjan blev svagare. Men personen som vaktade dörren förblev oberörd, njutande av den ena cigaretten efter den andra.
Blodet fortsatte att flöda från Haleys underkropp, mättade hennes klänning och omslöt henne i en pöl av blod. Desperat grep hon tag i dörrhandtaget och slog mot dörren som en galning.
Hon kunde inte låta sitt barn dö i hennes mage. Hon kunde absolut inte.
"Har du blivit galen? Vad håller du på med?"
John var irriterad av störningen.
Just då hördes en klar, kall röst.
"Vad händer här?"
John stannade upp, vände sig om och sa respektfullt, "Emily."
Haley tittade plötsligt upp och såg en gestalt gå in i lagret.
Det var hennes syster, Emily DeRoss.
Sedan deras barndom hade de vuxit upp tillsammans och delat en exceptionellt nära relation.
Haley kände som om hon hade gripit det sista halmstrået för sitt liv. "Emily, rädda mig, rädda mitt barn..."
Emily krökte sina läppar och sa lugnt, "John, hon är dotter till DeRoss-familjen. Varför behandlar du henne som en död hund?"
Ett ljus fladdrade i Johns ögon, och han talade ännu mer respektfullt. "Emily, det är inte så att jag har gått för långt. Haley vet inte sin plats. Hon ville fly till sjukhuset. Om folk utanför skulle få reda på att fröken Haley är gravid med ett oäkta barn, skulle det inte påverka DeRoss-familjens rykte? Jag tänkte på DeRoss-familjen."
"Det stämmer, jag ska be far ge dig en löneförhöjning senare," berömde Emily.
Hon vände sig om och tittade på Haleys mage. "Haley, barnet i din mage har verkligen tur. Far ville abortera det, men du kämpade för att behålla det. Far sa för länge sedan att DeRoss-familjen aldrig skulle bry sig om detta barn. Det är dess tur om det överlever. Men det är också bra om det dör. Åtminstone kan DeRoss-familjen behålla sitt rykte."
"Nej, mitt barn kommer inte att dö..."
Haley kände Emilys ovänliga blick och backade snabbt undan medan hon höll om sin mage.
Hennes kropp var täckt av blod, hennes kläder hade förvandlats till ett bloddränkt plagg, och till och med hennes ansikte och hår var fläckade med blod och svett. Hennes läppar var spruckna av torrhet, och hennes ögon var nästan tårfyllda, vilket fick henne att se ut som om hon just krupit ur en soptipp.
När Emily såg den en gång vackraste kvinnan i Cuenca i ett sådant eländigt tillstånd, började hon plötsligt skratta.
"Haley, vet du varför du hade den där natten av passion med den mannen för åtta månader sedan?"
Hon böjde sig ner och sa sarkastiskt, "Det var jag som arrangerade det."
"Vad sa du?!" Haley var chockad.
Samtidigt drog hennes mage ihop sig igen, och blod flödade ut ännu en gång.
Emily log nöjt. "Du har alltid varit den lilla prinsessan i DeRoss-familjen sedan vi var små, med hälften av aktierna i DeRoss Group i dina händer. På din 18-årsdag blev du arvtagerskan till DeRoss-familjen. Vet du hur avundsjuk jag är på dig? Du är så ren och älskad, så jag ville göra dig till en slampa."
"Du, du!" Haley var känslomässigt upprörd.
Hon hade tänkt på otaliga möjligheter, men aldrig hade hon föreställt sig att händelsen som förstörde hennes liv skulle vara orkestrerad av hennes kära Emily.
"Efter åtta månader av att vara inlåst här har jag blivit den nya arvtagerskan till DeRoss-familjen. Från och med nu kan du bara vara den mest vanärade kvinnan i Cuenca, en hora som fött oäkta barn från att ha legat runt. Ditt hela liv är förstört! Hahaha!"
Under den intensiva provokationen träffades Haleys mage av skarp smärta, och hennes underkropp började plötsligt rivas isär. Smärtan överväldigade henne, och hon var nära att svimma.
"Ah!"
Hon kunde inte låta bli att skrika av smärta och kollapsade till marken.
Hennes bleka ansikte vändes uppåt, hennes ben spred sig instinktivt isär när en stor mängd blod strömmade ut från under henne. En kraft pressade hennes underkropp, som om den slet henne isär.
Det kändes som om århundraden hade passerat, men i verkligheten var det inte så länge innan ett barns skrik plötsligt ekade i det lilla lagret.
Haley flämtade av smärta.
Hon lyfte huvudet och tittade ner, lyfte sin blodfläckade kjol och såg två barn.
Bebisarna var täckta av blod, knöt sina små nävar och skrek intensivt.
De var hennes barn. De var tvillingar.
Haley hade inte tid att fira. Bebisarna slutade plötsligt att skrika.
Deras små ansikten blev lila.
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