Falling Into the Hands of the Devil Nanny, I Take Revenge Beautifully

"Your marriage certificate is fake; we are the real couple; when Carissa said this, she glanced at Yahir ambiguously.

Yahir hurriedly kissed her on the face in response.

I feel not only disgusted, but also contaminated myself.

"He needs to have a child and send it back to his hometown to raise. From now on, you will be the nanny of this house and obediently give birth to the child here. Maybe I can let you leave alive."

"I won't keep this child. What era is it? Can you still be so lawless?" I spoke.

Unable to have children, the old woman devised a cunning plan to satisfy Yahir's family in his hometown by letting me get pregnant.

I would never be willing to become their tool for giving birth.

Carissa's face froze, "You don't know how to appreciate. Take her to the basement."

Yahir lifted me up and walked through the invisible door under the stairs, leading to the dim basement.

This place was like a world of inhumanity.

Several men and women who couldn't even lift their heads were tied up.

They were in a dazed state, their naked bodies marred by festering wounds.

Eating, drinking, and excreting were all done within a one-meter radius. Even with a ventilation fan, the smell was indescribable.

My stomach churned.

But Yahir introduced them to me as if nothing was out of the ordinary, "These are the unsatisfactory nannies. They are already missing persons and will never get out in this lifetime. And those..." He paused, "They are men who Mrs. Farnham has used up. They will be kept alive until they die."

"Are they fools? Can't they escape?"

"Escape?"

Yahir laughed and took out his phone to read out the address of my home.

I shivered.

"If they ran away, and the ones tied up here are their closest people. Take him for example..." Yahir pointed at a man with broken legs and a swollen face. "When he still had strength, he escaped once, but Mrs. Farnham caught his younger brother and his mother, and his father obediently sent him back. Don't you want to tie up your mother here one day?"

This was a demon's den, a purgatory!

I was nervous and scared, tears streaming down my face.

Yahir pinched my face, forcing me to remember this scene before me, "Give birth to the child honestly, and you still have hope of getting out alive. If you don't obedient, this is where you belong. Jolie, you're not a fool. You know how to choose, right?"