Abused

Author's POV

Xevia and her pregnancy. Now she could only lie in bed all day, her whole body weak, so Alarick had to put an IV tube for her to prevent unwanted things from happening.

Alarick was still busy with his work. Working at the shelter in Izlav city, he couldn't just disappear if he didn't want to be suspected.

However, the man now returned every day to his lakeside home. To take care of Xevia and bring her food, while during his absence he would lock her in her room.

Xevia's white skin had paled, and her body was thinner than ever. The girl looked heartbreaking.

Her belly, which contained a fetus, began to grow slightly even though she was only a few weeks pregnant.

Only the sound of birds chirping could signal the arrival of morning and evening.

Now that evening is approaching, the sound of swallows returning to their home at the end of the hill is circling above the roof of the house.

It was a sign that it wouldn't be long before Alarick would arrive and bring her food. He