The Heir's Secret Bride

"You're pregnant?" Byron's tone was cold and menacing as he stared at her under the dim light. Itis gaze was as dark and deep as an abyss, sending chills down her spine. Maeve's heart skipped a beat, and she thought, I knew he wouldn't let me go.

Tjust didn't expect him to show up so soon.

With a hoarse voice, Maeve met his gaze without any fear and taunted, "So what? This is my child. It has nothing to do with

you."

Byron's expression darkened instantly before he replied, "Nothing to do with me? You wouldn't be pregnant without me! How dare you...

His words trailed off as he thought, 'Abort it without my consent?

"It's in my body!" Maeve's hateful voice interrupted him. The helpless despair she felt while lying on the operating table surged back into her heart.

Her gaze toward Byron reflected resentment as she muttered, "Byron, we are already divorced. You have no right to interfere in my affairs, including this child!"

"Maeve, say that again?" Byron exclaimed.

Maeve stubbornly raised her chin and spat, "Even if I say it a hundred times, it'll still be the same! This is my child, and it has absolutely nothing to do with you. I don't need you meddling in my business!" She couldn't bear the thought of waking up one day and finding herself back on the operating table, calling for help that

never came.

She could not endure the pain of almost losing her child a second time.

Suppressing the suffocating feeling in her chest, Maeve looked at Byron and pleaded with each word, "Byron, for the sake of what we once had as husband and wife, I beg you, please let me go."

'Let her go?' Byron contemplated, his jaw clenched, and the warmth in his gaze toward her faded.

He silently reasoned, ver liked children, but I didn't expect Maeve to dislike them even more.

'She's even willing to lower herself to beg me just to get rid of this child.

'Or perhaps... she simply doesn't want to bear my child!

With that thought, Byron grabbed Maeve's chin, his voice icy and dangerous as he asked, "Do you think that's possible?"

His mind raced, "This is my child too. How dare she say no as if I don't have a say in this?

'Did she ever consider my opinion?'

Maeve's eyes reddened as she begged, "I promise I'll stay far away from you in the future. You'll never have to see me again. This child... 1

Hearing her say, "Never see you again, a surge of indescribable fury rose in Byron's chest, and he yelled, "Maeve, dream on!"

With those words, he coldly withdrew his hand, straightened up and ordered, "Send someone over immediately and take her to the manor:

Maeve's eyes shrank in fear, and she gasped, "What are you planning to do now?"

"Why is he taking me there? Maeve silently panicked,

Maeve was on the verge of breaking down.

After being taken to Byron's manor, her range of movement was limited to the master bedroom, and two bodyguards were constantly stationed at the door. Whenever she opened it, they would block her immediately.

There was even a maid checking on her every hour.

"How is this any different from being under house arrest? Maeve thought, fuming with rage.

If Byron were in front of her now, she might not be able to resist biting him

"Ms. Reese, it's time for your meal. The maid pushed a small cart into the room and said the words mechanically. Afterward. she fell silent as she placed the food on the table. Frustrated, Maeve asked, "Has Mr. Mcdaniel come back? How long does he plan to keep me locked up here?

The maid kept her lips tightly sealed, refusing to speak no matter how many questions Maeve asked.

Maeve stopped wasting her breath and didn't touch the food on the table, contemplating. 'Dr. Foster is highly skilled.

I can't let my guard down.

What if Byron put something in the food to cause a miscarriage? I wouldn't even have time to cry if that happened. He's already had me drugged and sent to the operating table once. Who knows what else he's capable of?" Thinking about this, Maeve's mood worsened. Her nose stung with suppressed emotions, but there was no outlet for her frustration.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

The entire day passed, and Maeve hadn't eaten a single bite, surviving only on the fruits in the room.

Dr. Foster came to check her condition and immediately reported the situation to Byron, who was still in the hospital, "Mr. Mcdaniel, Ms. Reese's pregnancy is unstable, and there are signs of a potential miscarriage.

"The most important thing is to avoid emotional fluctuations and strenuous activity and ensure proper nutrition. If she continues to refuse food like this, the child may..."

Byron's gaze darkened as he asked, "She hasn't eaten anything all day?"

Dr. Foster replied, "Yes. Ms. Reese's constitution is weak. If this goes on, it will cause significant harm to both her and the child."

"I understand," Byron spoke in a low voice before hanging up and calling the master bedroom at the manor.

Inside the room, Maeve was lying on the pillow, thinking about how to escape. Suddenly, the phone by the bed rang

Byron's cold voice echoed through the receiver when she picked it up, "Maeve, what kind of game are you playing this time? Is starving yourself supposed to be fun?"

Maeve was momentarily stunned and laughed, "Don't you already know? How long are you planning to keep me locked up here? We are divorced. What right do you have to treat me like this?"

Byron's tone grew heavier, and he said, "Because I am the father of your child. Stop playing these tricks that will only provoke me further, or I can't promise what I'll do."

Maeve reminded him, I believe I've told you before that this is my child, and it has nothing to do with you, right? Does any) of this make sense you?"

Byron questioned, "Do you really have to go against me?"

Maeve almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. She thought, He wants to get rid of my child, and I'm not supposed to resist?

'Does that even make sense?"

She replied, "So what if I am? You'd better let me go, or I can't guarantee what I'll do either.

Upon hearing this, fury surged uncontrollably in Byron's chest as he thought, 'Does she really not want to keep this child?

'Or is it because she thinks having this child will make it harder for her to find another man?

"Maeve, don't even think about it!" Byron's lips curled into a cold sneer. 'I'm warning you-if you keep up with this hunger strike, I won't hesitate to come back and feed you myself!" Maeve sprang up from the bed and cursed angrily, "Byron, you bastard!"

"I've never claimed not to be. Feel free to try me," he replied.

Magde was at a loss for words. She bit her lower lip, desperately trying to think of a solution

She thought, "He was about to get engaged to another woman. There was no way he was acting out of concern, so why was he so insistent on her eating properly?

She was more inclined to believe that he didn't want her child to become an obstacle to his future marriage and would stop at nothing to get rid of it.

With her current abilities, she couldn't win against him head-on

"Byron, I don't trust you. Unless you agree to let me go downstairs and cook for myself, I won't touch the food they bring me," Maeve declared. Byron let out a cold laugh, "Suit yourself."

With that, he hung up the phone.

Maeve was furious and pounded her fist against the pillow.

After a whil there was a knock on the door. "Ms. Reese, Mr. McDaniel said you may go downstairs but are not allowed to leave the villa

Maeve pressed her lips together and thought, "Has he really let me go, or is he just planning something else?'

She couldn't afford to let her guard down. The consequences would be too severe if she did.

Maeve went downstairs and made herself a bowl of noodles. To be safe, she washed every ingredient several times before putting them into the pot.