A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 634

The sickening words tumbling from Wyatt's mouth didn't surprise Marcia in the slightest.

She dug her nails into her palms. "But the doctor said my pregnancy is high-risk. Intimacy right now could cause a miscarriage."

She had desperately hoped that no matter how twisted Wyatt was, he still possessed a shred of basic humanity.

Instead, Wyatt acted as if she had just told the funniest joke in the world. He casually reached out and flipped off the lights, letting out a dark, hollow laugh. "It's not exactly a royal heir. If you lose it, you lose it."

A suffocating wave of despair crashed over Marcia. Whether it was from the bone-deep chill in the room or sheer terror, her entire body began to violently tremble. She tried one last time to appeal to his conscience. "Wyatt, this is your baby I'm carrying..."

Wyatt's laughter only grew louder, the absolute disgust in his eyes cutting through the dark. "Who the hell knows whose bastard you're actually carrying?"

Marcia's eyes blew wide in sheer disbelief.

She could understand the Atwaters doubting her baby's paternity, but the fact that this scarred monster was questioning it too pushed her over the edge.

Yet, in this very moment, she had absolutely zero leverage to fight back. She swallowed her pride and pleaded, "If you don't believe me, you can order a blood test right now..."

"Shut up. I couldn't care less about one kid."

Before she could say another word, he pinned her roughly by the waist. There was no warmth, no buildup—just raw, punishing force as he shoved her dress up and took what he wanted.

It was nothing but a brutal release of his own twisted rage and lust.

"Stop!"

Marcia arched her back, her muscles locking up. She couldn't tell where the agonizing pain was coming from anymore.

It felt like her entire body was being ripped apart.

She pushed frantically at Wyatt's chest, but he was an immovable wall. Tears streamed hotly down her face.

In the haze of her suffering, a memory from the orphanage violently resurfaced. She remembered bullying Elissa—how Elissa had looked so innocent, so confused, too terrified to even cry when she was wronged.

A suffocating, toxic wave of jealousy and resentment swallowed Marcia whole.

She hated this.

She hated how spectacularly unfair the world was.

She hated how the universe always seemed to bend backward for Elissa.

And what did she get?

Why was her only destiny to be degraded and destroyed by a monster like Wyatt!

Sooner or later, she was going to make that bitch pay...

Just as her face twisted into a mask of pure, ugly hatred, Wyatt suddenly swore violently and shoved himself off her. He glanced down between her legs, his expression twisting into sheer disgust. "Fuck!"

He truly hadn't expected her to miscarry the second he touched her.

"What..."

Before Marcia could finish the sentence, a blinding, razor-sharp agony tore through her lower abdomen.

Something terrifyingly warm was already pooling and running down her thighs.

It was over.

Using the last ounce of her strength, she grabbed Wyatt's arm. "Call... call an ambulance!"

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