30 Zara

30

Zara

I caressed the bump on my stomach, feeling the excited kicks of my baby. Hayden had guessed that it was a girl while I had guessed the baby’s gender to be a boy. A little prince like him. Like us. With my dark black hair and his sparkling blue eyes.

“You should thank me for not killing him off, you know.”

I straightened up on the armchair when he entered the room. A small space, enough for a bed and a bathroom without locks with a tiny window to breathe fresh air. They separated me from my family with Aya, who was thankfully sleeping on the bed, curled around her stuffed toy.

I had woken up in the room the day before, my head groggy, and I knew he had drugged me and everyone else. But why?

“Maybe I should thank you for sparing my life too,” I replied with a smile, but he was smart enough to catch the sarcasm.

Imran chuckled, walking closer to me, his men keeping guard on the door. “One day, princess, I will hear you begging.”

“I pity you, Prince Imran.” I looked at him for