They Sold Me to Hell and Called It Love Chapter 04

They Sold Me to Hell and Called It Love Chapter 04

Just as he started toward me, Lila Hart suddenly burst into tears and screamed.

“Kael! My stomach hurts so much! Is the baby going to be okay?”

Her cries yanked the three men’s attention back to her in an instant. Panic flooded their faces.

Kael spun around and scooped her into his arms, his voice laced with desperation.

“You’re going to be fine, Lila. Just hold on. I’m taking you to the hospital right now.”

As he carried her past me, I coughed up a mouthful of blood that splattered onto the cold floor.

Darius’s expression tightened. He was about to crouch down and check on me when my uncle grabbed his arm.

My uncle’s voice was sharp with irritation. “Seraphina, you never change. You hurt Lila and now you’re putting on another act to get sympathy.”

Darius’s face hardened. When he looked at me, all I saw was disappointment.

“And here I was actually worried about you. You really are a hopeless drama queen.”

Kael shot me a contemptuous glance and coldly ordered the bodyguards standing nearby.

“Bring Seraphina to the hospital too.”

Lila was rushed into the emergency room. Less than half an hour later, a doctor hurried out.

“The patient was already frail to begin with, and pregnancy is difficult for her. This fall has severely worsened her anemia.”

“She needs an immediate blood transfusion to provide enough nutrients for the fetus. Otherwise, the baby may not survive.”

My uncle grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out of the chair. His eyes cut into me like a blade.

“It took everything for Lila to get pregnant. Are you so vicious that just because you can’t have children, you can’t stand to see her have one either?”

The old wounds in my legs throbbed. I was shaking so badly I didn’t even have the strength to argue.

Kael stepped in and stopped my uncle, but the words that left his mouth pierced my heart like ice.

“Let her give Lila the blood first. After Lila is safe, we’ll deal with her.”

He signaled for the guards to push me toward the blood draw station. When his eyes landed on my face, he let out a cold snort.

“Don’t give me that wounded look. If you hadn’t pushed her, Lila wouldn’t be suffering right now. You brought this on yourself.”

“And Lila was kind enough to feel sorry for you—she was willing to let you raise her child. This is how you repay her?”

Every word out of his mouth was about the baby. My vision blurred.

Then I saw the needle in the nurse’s hand, the cold glint of steel.

I completely lost it.

During those five years in Nueva Sangre, every time I saw a needle, it meant they were sedating me to harvest my eggs. It meant losing another unborn child. It meant more torment for my already broken legs.

The fear that had been carved into my blood consumed me. I clutched my head, dragging my loose prosthetics behind me, trying to limp toward the exit.

“Please… leave me alone… don’t hurt me…”

But no matter how I screamed, it was useless.

My uncle and Darius pinned me down on the chair. I couldn’t move.

My uncle looked at me and finally let a flicker of what might have been pity cross his face. But the words he spoke were a death sentence.

“Seraphina, just bear with it. You and Kael aren’t divorced yet. Lila’s child is your child.”

The nurse drawing blood glanced at the countless needle marks and scars covering my arms and hesitated. She looked uncertainly at Kael.

“This woman is severely malnourished and her veins are in very bad condition. Are you sure you want me to proceed?”

Kael faltered for a moment, his eyes drifting to my ghostly pale face.

The doctor beside him spoke urgently. “The patient has a rare Rh-negative blood type. We don’t have enough in the blood bank. If we don’t draw from her, we won’t have time to find another donor. The baby will be in serious danger.”

The faces of the three men went pale.

Kael looked away and steeled his voice. “Those marks on her arms are just painted on for sympathy. Ignore them. Draw the blood.”

Darius’s expression flickered with something like reluctance, but he still spoke. “Seraphina… Lila can’t be in danger.”

My uncle looked at me earnestly, a coaxing tone creeping into his voice. “If Lila and the baby come through this safely, I’ll forgive everything you’ve done in the past.”

The countdown flickered in front of my eyes.

Ten minutes left.

I looked at the three men who had once promised to protect me, to love me forever, and asked the question that had been buried in my heart for so long.

“You’ve tortured me until I’m barely human. Are you satisfied now?”

My uncle and Darius froze. Kael, however, grabbed my shoulders and dug his fingers in, his voice thick with hatred.

“You’re the one who hurt Lila and the baby. How dare you stand there and blame us?”

I looked at his face—so unfamiliar now—and forced the corners of my mouth into a bitter smile.

“You’re right. I was wrong. I never should have come near any of you in the first place.”

No one answered me. After the blood was drawn, the three of them rushed to Lila’s room without so much as a backward glance.

I dragged my failing prosthetics and followed, one agonizing step at a time.

In the hospital room, the three of them were gathered around Lila’s bed, their voices soft with concern.

When Kael saw me enter, he lifted his chin and spoke as if granting a favor.

“Come here. Apologize to Lila. We’ll forgive what you did tonight.”

I didn’t answer him. I walked slowly to the window, pushed it open, and began to climb onto the sill.

Kael frowned, impatience bleeding into his voice.

“Seraphina, what the hell are you doing now? Don’t think we’ll fall for another suicide act.”

Darius stiffened, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came.

My uncle scowled. “Get down from there. I already told the kitchen to make your favorite vanilla macarons. Come home and eat them.”

Ten seconds.

I sat on the high windowsill, looking down at the traffic flowing far below. I spoke to them slowly, one word at a time.

“A verbal apology isn’t enough.”

“I’ll give you an answer you’ll be satisfied with—with my life.”

One second before the countdown hit zero, I leaned forward and let myself fall from the twenty-second floor.