Eight Years Lost A Love Unclaimed (Ariella) novel Chapter 69

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I opened my mouth to tell Lucas, but was interrupted by the sound of his phone

ringing.

He glanced at the caller ID, then quickly answered, forgetting that his speaker was

still on.

Ava’s sobbing voice came through the phone. “Lucas, please help me! I’m so

scared.

I’m trapped in a KTV room, and these guys won’t let me leave.”

Upon hearing this, Lucas didn’t even look at me. He just rushed out the door, his

face

filled with concern.

As he walked, he tried to comfort Ava. “Ava, don’t be scared. I’m on my way! Just

wait for me.”

The pain in my abdomen was so intense that I couldn’t stand, so I grabbed his sleeve.

“Wait, take me to the hospital. I can’t drive.”

Lucas’s face turned icy as he kicked me to the ground, glaring at me with hatred.

“Eva, you disgust me. Even now, you’re still jealous and acting crazy. Don’t stop me

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from saving her. Get lost!”

I was in too much pain to move, struggling to get out a few words, “My stomach…

it

hurts so much. It’s our…

I wanted to tell him that our child was in danger, but before I could finish, he cut

me

off with a voice full of contempt.

He grabbed me roughly from the ground, his voice cold and full of malice.

“Bitch, since you want to go so badly, I’ll take you.”

“I’ll make sure you see for yourself just how huge the difference is between you, a

fat

pig, and Ava!”

He dragged me toward the parking lot, his grip so tight that it made the pain in my

abdomen even worse. I nearly passed out from the agony.

I was like a lifeless doll, unable to resist as he threw me into the back seat of the

car.

He looked at me with disgust as I lay there, my body crumpled in pain.

“Eva, do you have to make yourself so revolting?”

With that, he slammed on the gas, the car speeding off at a dangerous pace.

I was in so much pain that I couldn’t move, rolling off the seat onto the floor.

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I curled up into a ball, trembling, hoping the pain would subside.

But the roaring engine and the stench of gasoline only made it worse, the paint

echoing through my head like a drum. I started begging incoherently.

“Lucas, please… take me to the hospital… I can’t take it anymore.”