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

I suddenly lifted my head and my pupils trembled.

Tatiana was laughing so hard.

"Oh my, now you are a dirty thing from the inside out, the child of a bastard, the mother of a slut, Annabelle, what's the difference between you and the people in the red-light? They charge a few dozen dollars at least, but you are rushing to spend money to give birth to a wild seed."

"Is one enough? How about I stuff a whole bunch of them into your belly? You look like a sow, hahaha."

There was a buzzing sound in my head, and a strong fishy and sweet smell went straight to my throat. I roared and picked up the stone on the ground, wishing I could die together with the two people in front of me.

Killian kicked me in the stomach, and I fell to the ground vomiting a mouthful of blood, my face pale with pain.

Tatiana suddenly took a few steps back in fear and swayed her body backwards.

Even though she did not even get a scratch on her skin, Timothee, who was running over, stepped on my hand and immediately hugged her in his arms, his eyes full of worry. "Tatiana, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"

She cried out in pain while looking at me with tears in her eyes and saying, "Annabelle, I know I'm sorry for you. I just want to apologize to you and wish you and Timothee the best. Why did you hurt me? You know I just got pregnant not long ago."

"No matter how much you hate me, the child is innocent."

She held his hand and whispered in his surprised eyes. "Timothee, this child is ...."

She lowered her eyes shyly, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself, but her meaning was very clear.

Unexpectedly, Timothee was not as excited as she had imagined. He just looked at her with an unclear expression.

Killian spoke indignantly, "Boss, Ms. Chastain, relying on the fact that she's carrying a child in her belly, not only insulted Ms. Hunt for carrying a wild seed, saying that she's a pheasant, but also cursed her to keep giving birth to wild seeds like a sow."

"She even threw stones at Ms. Hunt, but I stopped her. She threatened me with the child in her belly, saying that if I hurt the child in her belly, she would ask you to kill me. It's okay for me to suffer a little injustice. But, Ms. Hunt is so kind and shouldn't be bullied."

Timothee turned his head and looked at me. The bloodshot anger in his eyes told me that no matter how I explained, he would not believe it.

"Annabelle, Tatiana is my lifesaver. Have I ever told you that I won't let anyone who dares to touch her go, even if you are my wife and are pregnant with my child!"

Pregnant with his child?

I stood up trembling and sneered. "Timothee, tell me, am I really pregnant with your child?"

His face froze, and after a moment of panic, he guiltily put the blame on others.

"If it's not mine, whose do you want it to be? Killian, take her back and lock her up. No one is allowed to release her without my order."

After saying that, he hugged Tatiana and strode away without looking back.

Killian squatted down in front of me, holding two sharp steel nails in his hand. He smiled wryly and said, "Have you seen the bone-breaking nails we use? Just one will completely cripple your foot and you'll have to crawl on the ground like a dog for the rest of your life."

My eyes widened in horror, but he stepped on my foot and two bone-breaking nails were driven into my ankle.

I was in excruciating pain that I passed out completely.

It was already two days since I woke up again.

My phone was full of Tatiana’s showing-off updates.

It was a look I had never seen on Timothee in the past three years.

A dignified gangster boss personally cooked, soaked feet and tied hair for a woman.

Feeding mouthful by mouthful, the gifts like water filled the entire background wall.

They were strolling around the amusement park, enjoying the same pastry, and the love in their eyes was drawing.

I swallowed my tears and struggled to drag my legs, which were in excruciating pain. I took out the divorce agreement that had been prepared in the drawer, along with the wound examination report left after I rescued someone in Celestia eight years ago, and a recording pen, all of which were placed in the most prominent place.

I struggled to climb up by the window. The waves were surging below the villa, and an inconspicuous small boat was approaching not far away.

Timothee's message just came in on my phone. [Do you know you are wrong? As long as you come over, kneel down, and apologize to Tatiana, she can forgive you.]

[I've already pleaded for you, just be obedient and don't make things difficult for me.]

I replied. [My biggest mistake was saving a man in black who was stabbed eight times in the middle of the night at Celestia Port eight years ago.]

I threw my mobile phone and jumped into the sea.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the ground began to vibrate wildly.