My Gangster Husband Turned Me into a Reproductive Machine to Save His Fake Lifesaver

The sharp burning sensation rushed straight to the forehead, and I could not hold back my tears any longer.

I patted and grasped my chest, and the heart-wrenching words from the private room echoed over and over in my mind.

A week before my wedding day, I was suddenly kidnapped and experienced a day and night that was worse than death.

My fiancé, Conrad Ryder, held my hand affectionately and told me that he loved me and was still willing to marry me.

Unfortunately, when I was waiting for the wedding ceremony with a great joy, a high-definition video of me being humiliated appeared on the screen.

He broke off our wedding and left me with a lot of sneers and curses as a slut from many people.

It was Timothee who rushed in, blew up the big screen with a shot, then hugged me in his arms, and fiercely pushed back all the humiliation and abuse.

He asked someone to carry ten boxes of gold and give them to me, saying that he had fallen in love with me a long time ago, and if he could not marry me in this life, he would not be able to rest in peace.

It was his determined eyes that conquered me, but now he told me that everything he did was to pave the way for Tatiana.

No wonder on the wedding day, Tatiana looked at me with a strange smile in her eyes.

I was kidnapped because she said her car broke down and asked me to pick her up.

She knew early on that all of it was just a plot set up by Timothee for her.

She was mocking my foolishness, and even more proud of having such a backup guy who would do anything for her.

And the care and love he showed me over the past three years were just false pretenses that Timothee put on in order to squeeze out my last bit of value.

But I regarded being the executioner as salvation, which was ridiculous!

My fingertips dug into my flesh and I gritted my teeth tightly. Pain and hatred surged in my chest and I could not stop crying.

The familiar breath fell from above my head. Timothee kissed the corner of my eye with heartache. However, his brow furrowed and he cursed. "Which bastard made my wife cry? I'll kill him."

The venue was silent, and everyone was too frightened to even breathe.

He took out the gun from his waist and placed it in my hand. He held me in his arms and held my hand. He looked at everyone present one by one and said, "Baby, just shoot anyone you don't like. Your husband will take care of you."

Those who met his gaze were trembling uncontrollably, but not a single one dared to hide.

In the territory of Celestia, Timothee was the leader of one of the two largest gangs, and no one could afford to mess with him.

I stopped when the muzzle was pointed at Killian's head.

Killian's eyes widened and his face turned pale with fright.

The words "I was the one who selected those people who shot the video one by one" kept ringing in my ears like a curse.

My chest was heaving violently, and when I was about to pull the trigger with teary eyes, the muzzle of the gun was pressed down.

"Wifey, the doctor said your IVF was successful, so you'd better not to see any blood. It's not good to scare the baby."

He gently comforted me, and there was no trace of falsehood in the care in his eyes.

I almost could not help but applaud his superb acting skills.

Seeing that I was in a bad mood, Timothee noticed the wine glass in front of me and pinched my palm, asking, "Wifey, how long have you been here? Why don't you come upstairs to find me?"

There was a cautious probbing hidden in the words.

I lowered my eyes and said calmly, "You guys are talking about things upstairs, it's so smoky and hot, I don't like it."

He patted my head with relief and asked the nanny to bring me a cup of sobering tea. As soon as the servant handed me the tea, he suddenly picked up the gun and shot the servant in the head.

I did not even have time to react before thick blood splattered all over my face. The servant's hand was outstretched when she fell down with her eyes wide open.

My lips trembled and my whole stomach spasmed uncontrollably.

Timothee, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He put down his gun, carefully wiped my face with his sleeve, and fed me the sobering tea mouthful by mouthful.