The Barter Novel Sierra and Xavier

---- Chapter 517 Zariyan's POV No! The word came out in a rasp, more a plea than a shout.

My throat felt like sandpaper, each syllable scraping painfully as I tried to push my voice out.

I watched helplessly as his tentacles slithered away from me, retracting into his back like shadows retreating at dawn.

He was already out the door, his broad back disappearing as the heavy wood shut behind him with a resounding thud.

Vince...

I tried to move, to force my legs to respond, but the blood pooling from being held upside down left them numb and useless.

I collapsed onto the cold floor, my palms scraping against shards of debris as I dragged myself forward.

Tears blurred my vision, hot streaks running down my cheeks as desperation clawed at my chest.

I had ---- Chapter 517 to stop him.

He couldn't leave like thisnot without hearing me.

You are free of me and my love, little one.

His words echoed in my head, stabbing deeper than any blade.

Go.

I release you from my prison.

No...

no, no, no, I whispered, hoarse and broken You can't leave.

I chose you...

I love you! My voice cracked as I screamed his name, hoping it would reach him.

Vince! My trembling fingers clawed at the door, slamming weak fists against it.

Vince, please! I sobbed, choking on the words.

Gerald...

Gerald is going to take the child from me.

He's going to kill me after it's done! My voice grew quieter, my strength draining.

I'm not asking you to save me...

just...

please...

protect our child.

The silence beyond the door was deafening.

Don't punish my child for my mistake...

please...

---- Islumped against the door, my palms raw and smeared with blood.

I didnt know how long I sat there, screaming his name, my fists leaving streaks of red on the wood.

And then it happened A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my belly, stealing the breath from my lungs.

No, I gasped, clutching my stomach as my body folded forward.

No, not now...

please, not now...

Another pain tore through me, this one more brutal than the last.

I screamed, collapsing onto my back, my vision swimming with dark spots.

My child...

our child...

it was starting.

Another kick, sharp and fierce, lifted my skin like something was trying to claw its way out.

The force of it cracked something deep inside meI felt it, a rib snapping under the pressure.

Aghhh! The air was knocked out of me, leaving me gasping and writhing on the floor.

Tears and sweat mingled ---- as I looked down at my swollen belly, fear gripping ine like an iron vise.

My child was tearing me apart.

Through the haze of pain, I spotted ita piece of paper fluttering on the table, half-buried beneath the wreckage.noveldrama

If he wouldn't listen, maybe he would read.

Maybe...

just maybe...

With trembling limbs and bloodied hands, I dragged.

myself toward the table, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through my body.

I reached for the paper, my fingers leaving streaks of red as I pulled it down and gripped a pen.

Lope was cruel, but it was all had left.

Through blurry vision, I began to write.

Vincenzo's POV Icouldnt breathe in that room, The walls felt like they were closing in, my monster clawing at the edges of my sanity, demanding blood