His love

Matthew’s idea was just plain crazy. Wilhelmina despised Willow enough as it was. If she ended up having a kid with Matthew, she’d blow a gasket! 

“Matthew, let me go! This is not happening! 

“You want a child with Wilhelmina! How could I ever beat your child with her? Matthew, you’re out of your mind!” 

But Matthew wasn’t budging. He stared at her with a menacing glare. 

“Willow, once that kid’s here, you’re out. And it’s just gonna be me and Willa raising it.” 

Willow’s eyes bulged in disbelief. She couldn’t wrap her head around his twisted scheme. To make her carry the baby, then off her once it was born. 

How had the once decent Matthew turned so rotten? “Matthew, let me go! I’m not birthing your child! Release me!” 

Willow was on the brink of losing it all. Zayn’s relentless assaults had left her feeling unworthy of Kenan. Now, if Matthew got his way, how could she ever face Kenan, even in the afterlife? 

“Willow, I’ve told you. This is your reckoning! You gotta pay for your sins!” 

Willow was dumbfounded by Matthew’s twisted logic. She swallowed her bitterness and mustered,” Matthew, Wilhelmina can’t have kids anymore, and I can’t get pregnant.” 

Matthew froze at the sound of Willow’s voice. 

As Willow spoke, her words hit him. “Matthew, not too long ago, I was carrying a child. But someone took 

that away from me. The doctor said I might never be able to have children again. 

“So, Matthew, please, just let me go!” 

Her revelation struck a chord in Matthew, stirring an unsettling sensation in his chest. But in an instant, 

his heart reverted to its icy demeanor. 

How could it possibly be such a coincidence? Willa’s child was killed by her, and she was claiming her 

experience mirrored Willa’s. 

“She’s o 

gotta be lying!” Matthew mused inwardly. “Do you really think I’m buying into your bullshit, Willow? Well, let me tell you, once that kid pops out, I’ll personally escort you straight to hell!” 

Willow gasped for air, struggling to suppress the metallic taste rising in her throat. She squeezed her mouth shut, but blood kept oozing through her trembling fingers. 

“Matthew, you don’t need to worry about sending me to hell. I’m already knocking on death’s door. Even if, by some miracle, I could still get pregnant, there’s no way my body could handle carrying a child. 

“Matthew, I don’t get why you’re so dead set on blaming me for what happened to Wilhelmina, but I’ll say 

it one more time: I didn’t do it. 

“She’s lying. If you don’t belleve me, then fine…” She sighed, resigned to the fact that some things just couldn’t be changed, no matter how hard she tried. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Spitting blood now, Willow? Spare me the theatrics,” Matthew snapped. With that, Matthew’s lips crashed. onto hers, oozing with a toxic blend of hatred, anger, and an unsettling undercurrent of fear. 

Willow was overwhelmed with despair. Even after revealing she was dying, even after coughing up blood, Matthew still wouldn’t release her. 

To be imprisoned by Matthew, treated as nothing but a tool for breeding? She couldn’t bear it. Spending her last days in such degradation was unthinkable. 

She made a decision. It was better to end it all now before she became even more tainted.