His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 121: Chapter 121
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Deep in the night, the private hospital on the outskirts looked particularly eerie. The endless corridor stretched into darkness, with only the operating room's red light blinking.
Suddenly, piercing screams echoed through the entire building.
"What are you doing? I don't believe... I don't believe Marcus would do this to me!"
Zoe was being dragged across the floor by two burly men in scrubs. Gone was her usual polished appearance—she flailed wildly, hair disheveled, trying to grab nearby chairs for purchase.
"Behave yourself!" The assistant standing guard barked at her, yanking her arm roughly.
But Zoe heard nothing, struggling frantically. Her sharp nails accidentally scratched a doctor's face, drawing blood.
"Smack!" Unable to hold back any longer, the restraining doctor slapped her with full force.
"Keep resisting and it won't just be a slap!" The assistant, disgusted by her crazed behavior, kicked her too.
Stunned by the blow, Zoe wiped blood from her face. Even a tooth had loosened from the impact.
Since she was caught in the mansion, Marcus had beaten Jacob severely before leaving without a word. From then on, he never spoke to her once.
Zoe didn't know what he was thinking. She naively fantasized that perhaps Marcus, remembering their past, felt some reluctance and decided to let her go.
But it was all just her delusion.
She remembered that day in her apartment. Marcus had silently entered using his fingerprint, sitting quietly in her bedroom, watching her for who knows how long.
When she woke, her hands were bound.
Marcus wore a strange smile, head lowered, repeating: "We've both committed unforgivable sins. We must atone to Olivia."
Two people suddenly burst from the living room. Fully equipped in white coats, carrying medical kits, they hoisted Zoe onto their shoulders and stuffed her into a car.
The whole operation was seamless.
Meanwhile, Marcus explained to the arranged paparazzi and gossip reporters below:
"Miss Summers has some health issues. She needs emergency medical care."
News spread quickly. With his PR team's embellishment, fans heard that Zoe might have mental illness—going crazy at home at midnight, disturbing neighbors, now under observation.
Six months pregnant with a visibly large belly, Marcus was actually insane enough to terminate the pregnancy.
"Aaagh! Get away from me! Nobody touch my baby!" Ignoring her still-bleeding nose, Zoe used all her strength to grip the door handle, refusing to be dragged into the operating room.
But she couldn't overpower several men. They forcibly pried her fingers loose, nails breaking one by one, strength completely spent.
She was strapped to the hospital bed.
Nurses wheeled in cold equipment, expressionlessly injecting a pink solution into her arm.
Zoe's body went limp, but her consciousness remained clear. Marcus had specifically ordered no anesthesia.
When the scalpel cut her skin, pain wracked her body. She screamed in agony.
The torture lasted indefinitely. Blood soaked the bed padding. A bloody mass was removed and immediately wrapped in cloth by the doctor.
Zoe's face was paler than death, her body numb with pain, lacking strength to even move a finger. Watching her unborn child die so horribly, her eyes blazed with surging hatred.
Only then did Marcus arrive, opening the ward door to look down at her coldly: "I've sent that bastard to the crematorium. At least it got a decent end."
Zoe no longer spoke to him with gentle coyness, but glared hatefully, choking on sobs.
"Marcus Sullivan, you monster!"
Suddenly, piercing screams echoed through the entire building.
"What are you doing? I don't believe... I don't believe Marcus would do this to me!"
Zoe was being dragged across the floor by two burly men in scrubs. Gone was her usual polished appearance—she flailed wildly, hair disheveled, trying to grab nearby chairs for purchase.
"Behave yourself!" The assistant standing guard barked at her, yanking her arm roughly.
But Zoe heard nothing, struggling frantically. Her sharp nails accidentally scratched a doctor's face, drawing blood.
"Smack!" Unable to hold back any longer, the restraining doctor slapped her with full force.
"Keep resisting and it won't just be a slap!" The assistant, disgusted by her crazed behavior, kicked her too.
Stunned by the blow, Zoe wiped blood from her face. Even a tooth had loosened from the impact.
Since she was caught in the mansion, Marcus had beaten Jacob severely before leaving without a word. From then on, he never spoke to her once.
Zoe didn't know what he was thinking. She naively fantasized that perhaps Marcus, remembering their past, felt some reluctance and decided to let her go.
But it was all just her delusion.
She remembered that day in her apartment. Marcus had silently entered using his fingerprint, sitting quietly in her bedroom, watching her for who knows how long.
When she woke, her hands were bound.
Marcus wore a strange smile, head lowered, repeating: "We've both committed unforgivable sins. We must atone to Olivia."
Two people suddenly burst from the living room. Fully equipped in white coats, carrying medical kits, they hoisted Zoe onto their shoulders and stuffed her into a car.
The whole operation was seamless.
Meanwhile, Marcus explained to the arranged paparazzi and gossip reporters below:
"Miss Summers has some health issues. She needs emergency medical care."
News spread quickly. With his PR team's embellishment, fans heard that Zoe might have mental illness—going crazy at home at midnight, disturbing neighbors, now under observation.
Six months pregnant with a visibly large belly, Marcus was actually insane enough to terminate the pregnancy.
"Aaagh! Get away from me! Nobody touch my baby!" Ignoring her still-bleeding nose, Zoe used all her strength to grip the door handle, refusing to be dragged into the operating room.
But she couldn't overpower several men. They forcibly pried her fingers loose, nails breaking one by one, strength completely spent.
She was strapped to the hospital bed.
Nurses wheeled in cold equipment, expressionlessly injecting a pink solution into her arm.
Zoe's body went limp, but her consciousness remained clear. Marcus had specifically ordered no anesthesia.
When the scalpel cut her skin, pain wracked her body. She screamed in agony.
The torture lasted indefinitely. Blood soaked the bed padding. A bloody mass was removed and immediately wrapped in cloth by the doctor.
Zoe's face was paler than death, her body numb with pain, lacking strength to even move a finger. Watching her unborn child die so horribly, her eyes blazed with surging hatred.
Only then did Marcus arrive, opening the ward door to look down at her coldly: "I've sent that bastard to the crematorium. At least it got a decent end."
Zoe no longer spoke to him with gentle coyness, but glared hatefully, choking on sobs.
"Marcus Sullivan, you monster!"
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