031

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I sigh, weary- sore, Then slowly sit up. Fuck- My body aches from everywhere—from the inside out. With weary hands, I adjust my thin nightgown and glance outside the window, where the moon shines bright in the sky.

It's probably around 8PM now, judging by the sky. city life buzzes with activity in the distance.

How did everything change so fast?speeding car zipping by, a pang of sadness hits me. Just a few days ago, my life was this normal. Now, I've been trapped in this hellish nightmare.

I rub my face roughly—trying to push away the feeling of helplessness and despair that gnaws at me. I look at the tray of food brought in by the maid earlier. It looks appetizing, but the loss of appetite from this pregnancy makes the mere thought of eating feel like a chore.

I sit there— longer—It's a small relief that he is away in France right now, but the countdown is relentless, that he'll be back soon—but I have a little bit of "peace" for the next two days.

A sharp tug on my dress. I look aside and Lucas eyeing me with his innocent big eyes. He's sitting there babbling.

"Bab...ba...ba—" he babbles, suckling on his fingers in a familiar comfort.

I sigh- pick him up, and he instantly clings to me like a baby koala. seeking comfort. Poor thing.

I adjust my hold on him, wipe the drool off his lips and remove his finger from his mouth "Babb—ba—bbb...baa—ba-" He protests, his face scrunching up in a pout.

"Aish, no no, don't cry–" I gently rocking him. "Don't cry, shhh..."Maybe he's feeling uncomfortable or upset that's why he's sucking fingers.

He starts to whimper.

"Sh shhh lucas"

Tears slow down his face, he sucks on his fingers again. I get up from bed with him in arms.Doesn't he have any Pacifier? I open the drawers and every drawer is empty. Fuck. I rock him close.Frustration sets in— I rummage through the drawers, hoping to find a pacifier. But they're all empty.

Seriously?! What kind of father he is? doesn't he even brought a pacifier for his baby?

Lucas stares up at me curiously,I sigh- "Your father is a jerk"

He grins and cups my face with wet fingers—  Click. The door opens and the maid enters.

"Mrs.Jeon!" She calls "Uncle park is here"

My heart skips—- Uncle Park! He is here—A glimmer of hope sparks

"He's in the living room. And asking for you" she says coldly.

I nod quickly, Maybe...maybe this time I can be free— But— I glance up, the piercing red light still in the corner.I gulp- He is watching, always watching.

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Fresh giant bouquet of lilies on the table. Room filled with the sweet fragrance of it.

Air thick- silent.

I gulp- my throat dry. Nearly 10 minutes have passed, and Uncle Park sits across from me, nonchalantly smoking a cigarette.

The only sound being the soft gurgling of Lucas playing on my lap.

Jeon's guards are scattered around the room, while the maid stands beside me,

Everywhere I look, Jeon's men roaming around, their gazes fixed on Park. Even the maid standing beside me has a pistol tucked behind her skirt.

I gulp— held Lucas tighter. It's nearly impossible to talk about anything without being overheard.

The maid enquires "So why are you here, Mr. Park?"

He smirks "I already told you miss, I'm here to see my nephew Jeon and his wife" His gaze lock on her.

"But Boss isn't here now"

He dramatically pouts— blowing out a puff of smoke. "So sad for me then." He flicks the cigarette into the ashtray.

Atmosphere in the room feels increasingly tense.

I gulp- how could i ask him about the plan—

"You should leave now, Mr. Park." The maid says firmly.

Park chuckles dryly"Why so fast, miss? I just arrived and—"

"It's the boss's strict order" her voice firm.  "No one will enter here"

An uncomfortable silence fills the room as Uncle Park's gaze fixates on her.

Tension is palpable.

Uncle Park leans back, taking a deep breath and letting out a huff. He glances around the room, his gaze lingering on the guards and the maid standing next me.

"You can leave now, Mr. Park" She says again.

Park's eyes glint, a smirk spreads across his face.

"Sure," he replies casually and getting up.

My heart sinks—If he leaves now then what about my plan? I stare him. His eyes meet mine, He's looking like he wants to say something but he can't.

Then—He turns to the maid."Would you mind getting me a glass of water?" he asks innocently.

But she stands still—Unmoving. I can see the determination in her eyes, confirming that she won't let her guard down no matter what. Room silent except for the sound of my heart pounding. Tension thickens—

"Mr. Park i—"

"Then I'll leave. I promise." Uncle Park smiles and declares.

I gulp— look at the maid, who seems to be hesitating for a moment and Finally, her eyes flicker as she nods.

Thank fuck! a sense of relief washing over me. The tension in the room easing slightly.

The maid storms off to the kitchen area.

Uncle Park stands there, avoiding my gaze.

I swallow, my throat parched.

But why he isn't even looking at me, making it difficult to discuss the plan.I gulp. Frustration mounts as him turn away again. How the hell im gonna discuss the plans.

"Um.." I clear my throat. "Y-you were asking for me?" I ask lowly.

He turns his gaze toward me, and a sudden chuckle escapes him.

"Oh, yes, yes," he replies. "I just wanted to congratulate you."

"Congratulate me? On what?"

He chuckles again. "Ah, you're quite a silly girl, i see" he remarks, shaking his head. "I wanted to congratulate you and Jeon on your pregnancy."

My heart skips a beat, his words sinking in. Is this why he's here ?He smiles at me. I stare at him in disbelief.

"Really its a big day for our bloodline" He says calmly. "Afterall our Jeon is going to be a father"

I stare him blankly, Is he for real—

The maid reappears with a glass of water, and he takes it, slowly drinking it.

However, his intense gaze remains fixed on me, unyielding.

Slowly gulps the water.

I stare in disbelief.

He places the glass back down, the maid still standing closely by.

He smiles at me—

"I'm really happy for you," he says, and picks up the bouquet and gently hands it to me. "Tell Jeon I came here to congratulate you both," he insists, eyes never wavering.

I hold the massive bouquet in my arms, its huge heavy in my arms.

I stare him blankly.

He straightens up, turn to the maid— "See im just here to congratulate them and nothing fishy." He turns and walks out of the front door.

I sit there, stunned- numb. The bouquet feels heavy in my grasp.

What on earth just happened? He lied to me during the party. And now, he's deceived me again.

My eyes sting— He lied. He lied about helping me escape this hell.

I remain seated on the couch, holding the bouquet and Lucas.

The maid leaves the room, leaving me alone with Lucas, who fidgets in my lap, playfully grabbing at the flower petals.And tears them.

"Ba-ba-ba..ba...abb—" he babbles, putting the petals in his mouth and chewing on them.

I sigh—gently take the petals out of his mouth. My eyes tear up, hopelessness fills in. He squirms more.

Tears flow freely down my face, I gently remove the petals from his mouth.

Nothing..nothing will help me out from this mess—Lucas tears more flower petals, giggling with delight, I lift him in my arms— Suddenly, a dark object glimmering underneath the flowers— shiny-hidden.

Carefully, I place my hand under the petals, fingers brush something hard and flat. My heart stops — its.. its a phone.

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