She was alone in the world, and this baby represented her only hope, especially after losing a child once before.

She couldn't risk her unborn child on Mitchel's volatile emotions.

As long as she kept the pregnancy to herself, Mitchel couldn't have forced her to have an abortion.

As Raegan pondered, her fear and determination were evident in her eyes.

Frightened, she bit her lip stubbornly, holding back her words. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she remained silent, determined not to speak.

Her silence only fueled Mitchel's frustration further.

His expression darkened as he moved closer, his kiss forceful and overwhelming.

Raegan fought back with all her might, but Mitchel's grip was unyielding.

His kiss was intense, his tongue invading her mouth, leaving her feeling overwhelmed and suffocated.

Flashes of that night haunted Raegan's thoughts.

When Mitchel finally broke the kiss, she gasped for air, pleading, “Mitchel, please, calm down."

But Mitchel held Raegan tightly, his sneer cutting through her. “Stop pretending. You seemed quite enjoy yourself last time."

Raegan's heart sank at his words. They were like a slap across her face, humiliating and sharp.

She had yielded to him before out of fear, to avoid worse treatment.

Lost in these thoughts, she flinched as Mitchel began to trail kisses down her neck. He skillfully undid the thin belt on her shoulder with his teeth, biting her collarbone sharply as he moved downward...

Pain surged through Raegan, her fear palpable.

She couldn't push him away, haunted by the memory of their last encounter and the fragile safety of her unborn child in her belly.

"Stop, please, Mitchel. It still hurts..."

Her voice broke, filled with sobs.

For a moment, her soft tone seemed to reach Mitchel.