Page 126 of Sinful Lies

In reality, nothing I say is going to change his mind. He won’t stop just because Dimitri and I are in love. All he cares about is Dimitri marrying his daughter, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen.

My stomach churns at the thought of Dimitri with someone else. His hands on someone else’s skin, his lips kissing someone else’s mouth?—

“Oh god.” My stomach heaves, and I fight the urge to vomit.

As I’m about to throw up all over the floor, the key turns in the lock, and I stumble backwards just in time for the door to fly open, revealing a very aggravated-looking Massimo.

“Fucking be quiet,” he growls, his eyes flashing as he glaresdown at me.

“No, you don’t understand—” My stomach churns, and the next thing I know, I’m doubled over and emptying the contents of my stomach all over the floor.

Massimo darts back as I narrowly miss his pristine shoes, cursing under his breath as I dry heave.

“For fuck’s sake.” He wraps his huge hand around my forearm. “Come with me.”

I wince at his tight grip, stumbling over the mess I made on the floor as Massimo drags me down the corridor.

“In here,” he snarls, throwing open a door and forcing me inside.

It’s a tiny room with only a toilet and a sink inside. I glance nervously over my shoulder at him, swallowing the bile in my throat as another wave of nausea hits.

“You’re going to watch?” I whisper.

“I’m not about to leave you alone here.” He waves his hand impatiently and stares at the wall. “Go.”

My cheeks burn as I drop to my knees before the porcelain bowl and hurl my guts up. I feel Massimo’s eyes on me as I wipe my mouth on the sleeve of my jumper, but he remains quiet.

I sit back on my heels, closing my eyes as I try to catch my breath, but it seems my body has other ideas.

I gasp, clutching my stomach as I’m hit with the most intense stabbing pain in my abdomen.

Massimo rolls his eyes. “What is it now?”

I go to reply, but the pain hits again, knocking the air from my lungs.

Something wet rushes between my legs, but it doesn’t feel like urine.

Frowning, I reach between my thighs and let out a strangled cry as my fingers come away bloody.

“Oh god,” I choke.

“What?” Massimo barks.

I turn, my hand shaking as I hold it in front of me.

He eyes the blood on my fingers and wrinkles his nose.

“I can have someone bring you supplies.”

I blink in confusion.

I tilts his chin at me. “For your cycle.”

For the first time in my life, I wish I had my period. But I know that bleeding while pregnant is never good, and my body has been put through a great deal of stress in the last twenty-four hours. Honestly, throughout the whole pregnancy, but tonight more so.

It was bound to take its toll on my body, and Dr. Waite warned me that a twin pregnancy comes with higher risk.

I need to take it easy, and I can’t do that if I’m locked away in some damp room without food or water.

---