Page 141 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Sending…

Sending…

The signal was so weak. The walls were so thick.

Come on. Come on.

Nothing.

I leaned my head back against the concrete wall and closed my eyes, even though it made no difference in the darkness.

My side throbbed. My hands ached. I was on edge.

But I was alive.

And I was going to stay alive.

Because this wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

Amai thought he could take everything from me, my dignity, my freedom, my chance at a family.

But he was wrong.

I was a Landry too.

And Landrys didn’t break.

We bent the world to our will, or we burned it down trying.

Amai wanted a war?

Fine.

He’d get one.

And when this was over, when I was out of this hole and back in the light, I was going to show him exactly what I was capable of.

I was going to show Truth who I really was.

Not the man who bled on the clinic floor.

Not the man who got buried alive.

The man who fought his way back from the grave.

The man who refused to give up on the family that was made with his blood, even if he didn’t choose it.

The man who wanted her—not as a prize, but as a partner.

I just had to survive long enough to prove it.

I sat in the darkness and plotted my escape as soon as the lid opened.

And I promised myself that no matter what happened next, I wasn’t going to let Amai win.

Not this time.