His love

Willow was in agony. It was the kind that blurred the lines between pain and existence. It just ached, a constant, throbbing torment. 

The agony loft her in a haze, her mind clouded to the point where she couldn’t make out Matthew’s words. All she could register was the intensifying pain. 

Her body felt weightless, and she was then slammed onto the car seat with brutal force. Before she knew it, the Lamborghini roared away, hurling her into darkness. 

Willow woke up gasping for air. She felt something tight constricting her neck, making every breath a painful struggle. She thought it might be the Grim Reaper coming for her soul. But when she opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of bloodshot orbs. 

It was Matthew. Perhaps she’d seen his icy demeanor too often lately, for she almost forgot the warmth that once resided in his gaze. 

“Matthew, please… let me go… Willow struggled to speak through the tight grip around her neck. 

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“Let go?” Matthew’s sneer was as cold as a winter wind. “Willow, you took the life of my and Willa’s child. Letting you go? Who’s going to compensate us with another child?” 

Compensate them with another child? Taken aback, Willow struggled to grasp the meaning behind Matthew’s words. 

Her children were already gone–one forsaken by his own father, the other brutally taken by him. 

She had no more children. How on earth was she supposed to offer Matthew and Wilhelmina a child? 

Matthew’s lips twisted into a mocking smirk as he noticed the confusion in Willow’s eyes. “Willow, your cruelty has robbed Willa of her chance to be a mother, But Willa dreams of having a child!” 

“Matthew, Wilhelmina’s inability to conceive is her own doing. It’s got nothing to do with me!” 

As Willow spoke, the pain in her neck spiked, rendering her momentarily voiceless. 

“Nothing to do with you? That’s a laugh! Willow, I used to think you had some decency, but you’ve really shown your true colors this time! 

“I saw you shove Willa down those stairs. Don’t you dare try to deny it! You deserve to pay for what you’ve 

done! 

“But I won’t let you off that easily. Not until you give me and Willa a child!” 

Willow’s body trembled violently. Matthew wanted her to bear a child for him and Wilhelmina. How could she possibly comply with such a demand? 

Taking in her surroundings, Willow realized she wasn’t in Matthew’s car anymore but in a room that was 

both understated and luxurious. She lay sprawled across a vast bed. 

Realizing what was happening, her face turned pale. With a surge of adrenaline, she fought to pry Matthew’s hand off her neck, desperate for relief from his suffocating grip. 

Finally, his hold slackened just enough for her to gulp in the air and find her voice amidst the chaos. 

“Matthew, release me! I can’t bear you and Wilhelmina a child!” 

“You owe me this, Willow!” Matthew’s voice was harsh as he pressed down on her. 

Willow’s face twisted in horror. She initially assumed Matthew meant surrogacy. But now, trapped beneath him, she realized he intended to father a child with her. 

She couldn’t deny the sinking