"Your highness, please reconsider your decision you can't..." the nurse tried to plead on my behalf but he's decision was final.
" I will not repeat myself, I want nothing to do with this . My decision still stands you will abort that freaking bastard!"
With those words being he took Antonia's hand and turned to leave. But I couldn't let him put the fate of our child's life in danger , it gave me hope for a new beginning.
" Your majesty, I'm so sorry I thought he would be happy because your child might be the future heir of the kingdom. I don't understand."
The nurse was right, neither did I understand. Mercy walked towards me patting me on the back offering her comfort. A ball of emotion formed up in my throat as I swallowed hard, " No! No... I'm not going to let him take my child from me. Nurse , I appreciate your service and concern but nobody is aborting anyone... Not today , not ever."
A child is a blessing, my child wasn't a mistake, as it's father he was supposed to understand. I was carrying his child , his own flesh and blood but he wanted it dead.
It's usually a great thing when everyone finds out the princess is fertile and able to conceive. Considering he was going to be king , he was supposed to host a celebration in honor of our child. But instead he was whoring around with my cousin.
Refusing to accept his decision, I sat up shaking off my weakness and ready to run after him . " No your majesty," the nurse stopped me.
" you are still too weak and You need to rest."
Rest ? My child's life was on the line and she wanted me to rest. Ignoring her , I got up on my wabbling legs and ran after him, leaving Mercy and the nurse in total shock .
I found him in his room , pouring himself a glass of vodka, anger still written on his face. He clutched the glass and let out a horrifying scream that echoed through the air.
I really didn't understand why he was this angry over such awesome news , it was his child, we made it together with our blood, sweat and c*m.
I walked towards him slowly trying to assess the situation , his gaze lingered over me like he was about to transform into a beast and attack me.
" Dante ... My love , please reconsider your decision... This is our child we are talking about , please," I spoke calmly.
His face was emotionless as he sipped his vodka..I had no choice but to get down on my knees and plead .
" please, I don't know what I did to deserve your cruelty, but please our child has nothing to do with this we can't kill the only thing that still amplifies the love and bond we share." still on my knees I continued to plead .
"You can do whatever you want, lock me up, give me a room worse than mine , strave me , even watch you and Antonia do... do things together. "
Tears poured out of my eyes as I begged him , I was hoping that he could reconsider but what he did didn't only traumatized but made me hate him.
My pleading came to a stop once his big large boot hit me in the stomach , a loud excruciating scream escaped my lips as he swung his leg to kick me again making me stumble backwards and hit the hard floor face first.
He walked towards me , knelt by my side and gripped my hair making me face him .
He scoffed upon seeing my face like I was some sick joke.
" How dare you disobey me , disturb my drinking and call that freaking bastard you are carrying mine huh ? Get rid of it or I will make sure you both die," he shoved my face away from him , leaving me on the floor with my hands on my stomach as the pain coursed through me.
He got up ready to leave his room, I tugged on to his leg not wanting him to leave without changing his mind , I was ready to bear the pain until he reconsidered.
" Dante ... I'm begging you , you can't make me do this..I don't care what you will do to me but I'm definitely not killing our child , our first child."
Unfortunately for me , I angered him even more , as his boot connected with my face , I screamed in pain and that didn't even make him stop.
He continued to kick me in the stomach, swing after swing , with each swing came along insults , calling me a cheap wh*re , a slut and so much more than I could have imagined coming out from his mouth. I begged him to stop but he just laughed at me .
Once again he gripped my hair making me face him. " Stop? You want me to stop ? No my dear Elena . I will make your life miserable and make you feel the same pain you put me through."
I was in so much pain , I felt like I was going to die . This surpassed the torture aunt Silvia inflicted on me , this surpassed the pain of hearing my husband say he would marry my cousin. All I wanted was to die or sleep and never wake up. Our child wasn't going to make it if I continued to endure that kind of torture everyday. Such malice and evilness from his own beloved father, the person I loved and once called my loving husband.
" Elena , Elena , Elena. Just as naive as Antonia told me , you know what ? coming to think of it... I will not let you go so easily once I marry Antonia. You will still be my wife and I will make you suffer for the rest of your life," he said through gritted teeth as he concluded with a slap and let go of my hair.
Blood dripped from my mouth , he didn't even have a single thread of remorse on his face. Once again he attempted to leave, I tugged onto his leg. Which I soon regretted , he swung his leg with so much force I could hear my ribcage bone crack and moved inches back.
I screamed in pain , blood gushed from my mouth, and the agony was unbearable. The pain was too much.
My screams echoed with the sharp pain, and as blood continued to spill from my mouth, I felt overwhelmed by the intense agony. Every breath was a struggle, and the pain seemed endless.
Dante didn't give a damn; he just stared at me, spat, and walked away. The moment he left, mercy and the nurse rushed in. Their horrified screams filled the air as they found me sprawled on the floor.
They were both talking to me, but I couldn't hear a single word. I could only see their lips moving and tears streaming down their eyes. My vision began to blur, and the pain faded away. I surrendered to the darkness closing in, knowing Dante had succeeded in killing our child. He had traumatized me, shattered my sanity, and extinguished the hope of happiness with our child. All I yearned for was an escape from this horrendous nightmare. Was this the end for me?