Chapter 49

Lillian's POV

I stared at the letter intently and caressed the words written on the paper.

Tears fell from my eyes as I read the word over and over again.

My hand reached for my tummy, and a smile graced my lips as I felt my child.

"Should we go to Daddy, little bean?" I softly caressed my tummy.

I felt scared of defying Dad again. I had no idea if we could really run away from him, but the thought of living like a puppet again scared me, not for myself, but for my child.

Do I want my child to live in this kind of environment?

Do I want him/her to experience the life I am currently enduring?

Living in the White House suffocates me. I am constantly watched, and I don't want my child to have that life. I don't want him/her to be dictated on what to do.

I want my child to have freedom. To lead his/her own life, something my father deprived me of.

I stared at the words written on the letter once again.

"Should we run away, Marcus?"

I knew that choosing to run away would mean giving up ma