Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The verbal attacks Susan endured from Marcos' parents and grandparents were far more vicious than any physical assault she'd ever faced. She had always known words could wound deeply, but their cruelty cut straight to her soul.

Unable to bear it any longer, Susan ran out of the villa. Every word from the Giron family had pierced her like a needle. She was human, and she could feel pain. What did she mean to them? What did they take her for? Marcos cout with a tray of fruit, only to find that Susan was gone. "Dad, where's Susan?" he asked.

"Oh, she said she wasn't feeling well and left early," Mr. Giron lied without hesitation.

Marcos frowned. Susan had been so invested in this meeting-there was no way she would leave without saying something to him.

"That's why Mom kept askingto wash and cut fruit earlier, isn't it? What did you say to her?" Marcos felt as though he'd been tricked. He had thought the purpose of this meeting was for his family to acknowledge Susan.

But now it was clear they had simply sent him away so they could bombard Susan with insults until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Marcos, we're only doing this for your own good. We're not saying you need to marry someone of equal status, but at least someone clean," his father said. "Women from the entertainment industry-how many of them are decent? Don't let her fool you. That Miss Langdon is a much better match for you!" "Dad, you're ruining lives here!" Marcos snapped. He turned to rush out the door. The night was freezing, and Susan was out there alone. What if something happened to her? "We're saving you, not ruining anything!" "Susan is carrying my child!" Marcos shouted, his voice trembling with anger. "The doctor said the pregnancy was already unstable. She can't handle stress like this! What you've done is unforgivable!" Marcos had always been respectful to his elders, but this tthey had pushed him to his limit.

"She's pregnant?" The family members exchanged uneasy glances. If something happened to the baby, how would they explain it to the Simmons family? They hadn't wanted this marriage, but they also didn't want to create animosity between the two families.

Marcos ran out like a madman.

Susan hadn't called for a car. She had simply run down the road, away from the villa. Marcos tried calling her, but she didn't answer.

The night was dark, and the cold wind stung his face. The thought of Susan getting hurt filled him with dread. Under the dim light of a streetlamp, he spotted a figure slumped on the ground. His heart sank. "Susan!" Susan had been running, tears blurring her vision. Distraught, she had tripped and fallen. Pain radiated from her lower abdomen, and she felt a warm, wet sensation between her legs.

"My baby... my baby!" she cried. Though she had never experienced a miscarriage before, she felt a deep, instinctive fear. She knew the first three months were the most fragile, and her doctor had specifically warned her against stress and exertion.

"Marcos, save our baby! My stomach hurts so much!" "Susan, don't worry. I'll save both of you," Marcos said, his voice thick with guilt. He should never have trusted his family.

He carried Susan to the hospital, her white coat stained red with blood. Her pants were soaked through. Susan sobbed uncontrollably the entire way.

She had dreamed so much about this child. Now, that dream was slipping away like fragments of a shattered illusion.

"Doctor, please, I'm begging you-save my baby! I must keep this child!" Susan pleaded, her face pale from blood loss.

"Susan, stay calm. The doctors will do everything they can to save our baby," Marcos reassured her, gripping her hand tightly as they rushed into the emergency room. "Family members, please wait here," a nurse said, stopping Marcos at the door. Over an hour passed. When the doctor finally emerged, Marcos could barely stand. "I'm sorry," the doctor said. "We did everything we could, but we couldn't save the baby. The patient had already lost too much blood when she arrived. The miscarriage was unavoidable. We've performed a uterine cleaning procedure to ensure her recovery." "The baby... is gone?" Marcos felt his mind go blank. He had been ready to beca father, but in an instant, that future was gone.

"You're both still young. There will be other chances," the doctor consoled him. "But the patient is in poor physical and emotional health. She'll need tto recover. Make sure she isn't subjected to any further stress." When Susan was transferred to a hospital room, she was fast asleep, her face streaked with dried tears. Marcos sat by her bedside, gently wiping them away.

"I'm sorry, Susan. I'm so sorry," he whispered. For the first tin his life, he felt true regret.

Both the Simmons and Giron families arrived soon after.

"My daughter-what happened to her?" Mr. Simmons grabbed Marcos by the collar, his voice trembling with rage. "Mr. Simmons, I'm sorry. I failed to protect Susan. If you want to hitor yell at me, go ahead," Marcos said, his head bowed.

"The doctor said the baby is gone!" Mr. Simmons roared. "Marcos, I thought you were a man of your word. But if you can't even protect her, I'll never let Susan stay with you!" "Mr. Simmons, Mrs. Simmons, it's all my fault. Everything is my fault," Marcos admitted, his voice breaking.

Hearing the Simmons' accusations, the Giron family grew defensive.

"It's your daughter who clung to our son! If you had controlled her better, none of this would've happened," Mrs. Giron retorted.

"What did you just say?" "Your daughter has a tarnished reputation. No one would want her!" "How dare you!" "Grandma, that's enough!" Marcos shouted, his eyes red with anger. "Haven't you done enough? I've already told you-I'm going to marry Susan. And now, our baby is gone because of you!"

"We're doing this for your own good! It's better this way-at least she can't use the the baby to trap you. A woman like her will never be welcin our family!" "Enough!" Mr. Simmons snapped. "Our family never wanted to be 'related' to yours in the first place. Don't flatter yourselves!" "Flatter ourselves? She's a divorcee and still dares to remarry?" "Watch your mouth, old woman!" The argument grew louder and more chaotic, waking Susan despite her exhaustion.

"Stop it," she said weakly.

"Susan, you're awake! How are you feeling?" Marcos rushed to her side.

"Marcos... where's our baby?"

"Susan, the baby is gone. But don't worry-we're still young. We can have as many children as you want in the future, okay?" Marcos said softly, trying to comfort her. Hearing this, the Giron family immediately interjected, trying to smooth things over. "Susan, we didn't know you were pregnant. If we said anything harsh earlier, please don't take it to heart," Mrs. Giron said.

"Yes, Susan. You should've told us about the baby," another family member added m them looked at her face pale and filled with disgust. "I don't want to see any of you. Leave." The room fell silent. No one had expected her to say such a thing.

Mrs. Simmons stepped forward, her face full of fury. "You heard her. Get out! My daughter doesn't want to see you!" "Fine. Rest well, Susan. We'll visit another time," the Giron family said awkwardly before leaving.

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