Page 127 of Sinful Lies

“Please, I-I need a doctor.” I wipe my mouth on my sleeve.

“How stupid do you think I am?”

My stomach cramps, I double over, crying out in pain.

Massimo growls, “I have a daughter. I know how this works.”

“No.” I screw my eyes shut as I try to breathe through the stabbing pain in my abdomen. “I-it’s not my period. I’m…pregnant.”

Massimo curses, and I flinch as I realize I might have just handed him the ultimate weapon.

Massimo locksme back in my room while he decides what to do.

I try to stay calm, but the amount of blood that ispooling between my thighs is making me panic. I was told to expect a little bit of spotting, but this is more than that.

Something is wrong.

I’m probably having a miscarriage.

I clutch my knees to my chest. The bleeding doesn’t seem to have stopped, and the pain isn’t subsiding.

All that fills my mind is the look on Dimitri’s face when he heard the heartbeats on the ultrasound, his dark eyes wide with wonder as it finally sunk in that he was going to be a father.

I rest my head on my knees as my body starts to shake with silent sobs.

He was so happy. We both were…

Eventually, footsteps stop beyond the door, and I lift my head and squint as the door opens, and the room floods with light from outside.

“Dr. Harlow is going to check your baby.” Massimo steps aside to let an older man into the room.

The doctor’s wearing a crisp blue shirt and slacks, and a heavy medical bag is slung over his shoulder, and he carries a portable ultrasound machine in his hand.

“You’re not to speak to him,” Massimo orders.

I glance at Dr. Harlow, but he keeps his eyes down as he steps into the room and begins to fiddle with the machine.

My lip trembles, but I nod, my throat too thick with tears to speak anyway.

“Remove your pants and lie back on the bed,” Dr. Harlow instructs without looking at me.

I glance at Massimo, but he moves to stand in the doorway, turning his back to the room to give me some privacy.

His huge frame blocks almost all of the light that is streaming in from the corridor, but there’s still enough for me to notice the amount of blood that is caked between mythighs as I strip out of my leggings and lie back on the mattress.

Dr. Harlow rummages in his bag and pulls out some wipes for me to clean between my legs. The room is silent except for my whimpering at the sight of all the blood.

I need Dimitri.

“You might feel some discomfort,” Dr. Harlow says as he inserts the probe.

“I’m pregnant with twins.”

I catch Massimo’s shoulders tensing out of the corner of my eye, but he says nothing.

Dr. Harlow nods as he adjusts the probe, keeping his eyes on the screen.

I hold my breath as I wait for the sounds of their heartbeats to filter through the machine.

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