Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 46: Chapter 46

As the only first-class passenger on the flight, Lorraine was escorted directly to the lounge after clearing security.
The flight attendant seemed unusually attentive—bringing Lorraine coffee, asking if she wanted snacks, and repeatedly glancing at the lounge door as if waiting for someone.
"No, thanks," Lorraine said, pulling a book from her backpack.
The attendant looked disappointed but maintained a polite tone. "Just let me know if you need anything."
"Okay." Lorraine nestled into the small corner sofa, its soft cushions enveloping her. The sunlight streaming through the window made her hair look fluffy and warm.
She read quietly, a seed of excitement growing in her heart as she anticipated her study abroad adventure.
The peace didn't last long. Suddenly, dozens of bodyguards appeared, wearing matching black uniforms and white gloves. They filed in one by one, each carrying different items. Forming a precise line in front of Lorraine, they stood at attention.
Lorraine blinked in confusion. 'Is first-class service really this crazy?'
Silently, the lead bodyguard placed the item in his hand on the coffee table in front of Lorraine. It was a small bouquet of yellow roses, still glistening with morning dew. Attached was a tiny card with just the word "I'm Sorry"—no signature.
Then he retreated as the second stepped forward, opening a box of liquor-filled chocolates. Inside lay an identical card with the same words.
One by one, the dozen bodyguards placed their items on the coffee table and withdrew with military precision.
No matter how Lorraine questioned them, they remained silent.
In no time, the coffee table was a chaotic pile of chocolates, flowers, champagne, jewelry, car keys, and the like. All the gifts were from mysterious sources, and Lorraine didn't touch a single item.
"Hey, can you come here?" she called to a waitress.
The waitress smiled but didn't budge.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside the lounge.
'Those steps sound so familiar,' Lorraine thought. Abruptly, she grabbed her backpack, stuffed her book inside, and bolted in the opposite direction of the door.
The black-suited bodyguards stepped forward and closed in around her.
Stephen emerged from the group and blocked her path. "Why run when you knew it was me, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice dripping with a sickeningly sweet, artificial tone.
He had bandages wrapped around his head, but they were tied poorly, making him look a bit silly. Yet he was dressed in a sharp suit, looking quite refined.
Lorraine backed away, clutching her bag to her chest.
Stephen took a slow, steady step forward, cornering her.
"What do you want? This is a public place," Lorraine warned.
Suddenly, the bodyguards stepped back. Stephen's expression softened as he bent down low.
Lorraine froze, trying to edge past him.
Stephen grabbed her hand, looking up with a desperate plea. "Sweetheart, I was wrong. Forgive me. Come home with me?"
His icy fingers made Lorraine's stomach churn. She struggled to pull away, but couldn't move. Her entire body began to shake uncontrollably with paralyzing terror.
Stephen was smiling at her, but she could sense the pure malice lurking behind his warm expression—a devil's twisted version of kindness.
"I'm not your wife anymore. I've signed the divorce papers," Lorraine said.
"But I haven't signed yet." Stephen grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. "We're still married. I just messed up once. Why won't you forgive me? Didn't you like the presents?"
"If I'd known those were from you, I wouldn't have given them a second look," Lorraine snapped, her voice ice-cold.
The boarding announcement blared. She needed to get to the gate immediately.
"That really hurts," Stephen fake-winced, dramatically clutching his chest. "Can't we talk this out?"
His overly sweet voice made Lorraine's skin crawl—a gay acting this obsessive was totally creepy. She looked around, hoping to find someone to call for help.
Just then, a camera flash burst from the corner. 'Reporters? So this whole scene is staged. Once these photos hit the news, it'll help clean up his image,' she thought.
"Working so hard to shut down the rumors that you cheated on me for a man, so Moore Group will take you back?" she sneered.
Stephen froze for a split second before smoothing out his expression. He stood and pulled Lorraine into a forceful hug. "I'm so glad you can forgive me, honey," he said with a sickeningly sweet tone, playing the part of the perfect husband.
Lorraine almost gagged with disgust. "Get off me, you psycho. Everyone knows you're obsessed with Kevin. You're ga—mmph!"
Stephen's hand clamped over her mouth. In one smooth motion, He lifted her off her feet. Someone grabbed her arm—a needle pierced her skin, and her world went black.
Lorraine's head throbbed violently, and her eyelids felt like lead weights. She instinctively shielded her eyes from the harsh fluorescent lights.
"She's awake, Stephen." Kevin's honeyed voice screeched.
Stephen swirled his wine glass, walking toward the bed. He looked down at Lorraine and said, "Awake so soon? Then we can start our little project."
"What the hell did you inject me with at the airport?" Lorraine struggled to sit up, her head spinning.
This room looked totally unfamiliar, with the sound of heavy traffic outside. She figured it was some downtown apartment.
"Relax, just a regular sedative. The effects are wearing off now, and we can move on to the next step," Stephen said, putting down his wineglass. He wrapped an arm around Kevin's waist and snapped his fingers at the door. "You guys can come in now."
A few people dressed in white lab coats and masks filed in. One of them was carrying a small cooler, while the others held a tray with some syringes and vials.
Lorraine's eyes widened. Ice-cold fear shot through her. "What are you planning?"
"Eugene's child should never have existed," Stephen said with a chilling smile. "You should've been carrying my child."
"No, it's our child," Kevin interrupted. "Didn't we agree on this?"
"Right, your child." Stephen brushed Kevin's nose playfully. Their gazes burned with a disturbing, twisted desire.
Lorraine fought down waves of nausea, her skin crawling. "What do you want from me? I—"
Stephen turned his head, his gaze turning dark and cold. "Take off her pants and spread her legs."
A guy lunged forward and grabbed Lorraine's shoulders, forcing her onto the bed.
Lorraine trembled violently as rough hands pinned her shoulders and ankles down.
Stephen crouched to meet her gaze. He was still smiling, even playfully touching her ear. "Artificial insemination. What's the problem?" he whispered.
Lorraine's heart plummeted. She clenched her fists, shooting him a look that could kill.
"Scared?" Stephen's fingers traced her cheek, his breath cold and menacing. "Don't worry. I'll love Kevin's kid with all my heart. I'll give the kid everything. Then no one will ever suspect my relationship with him."
Lorraine's stomach twisted in pain, and an overwhelming urge to vomit almost choked her. 'This lunatic actually wants me to have artificial insemination and bear Kevin's child!'
She struggled desperately to sit up, but Stephen had already pulled back. He grabbed a tissue from the side, wiped his fingers, and tossed it on the ground. "Start the procedure," he commanded.
Those three cold words shattered Lorraine's spirit. Pinned down and dizzy, she tasted blood rising in her throat.
Someone pulled up her shirt, exposing her pale skin to the air. She trembled all over, feeling both cold and terrified.
"Her skin's softer than a baby's—even smoother than mine," Kevin muttered, jealousy burning inside him.
"You like her skin? How about I slice it off and give it to you after she delivers?" Stephen whispered, his smile sickeningly tender.
Kevin giggled. "Okay. I'll turn it into a specimen and make a kite out of it."
They chatted about skinning humans as casually as discussing the weather—two psychopaths playing god with lives.
Lorraine clenched her jaw and thrashed wildly, but it was futile.
She remembered her childhood at the Shaw residence—no matter where she hid, Zackery always found her and left her bruised. But this time, it was even more hopeless than a beating.
With a malicious grin, Stephen unbuckled her belt, grabbed one end, and slowly, gracefully, pulled it out.
Lorraine shook her head frantically, only able to make muffled noises. The scene before her blurred into a silent nightmare, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was completely powerless, her life reduced to his cruel mercy.
The belt slid free, and Stephen's fingers hovered over her zipper. "I've never touched you here. What did Eugene do to you?" he murmured, pinching the zipper tab and dragging it down with deliberate, agonizing slowness.
Lorraine gasped desperately for air, but it was no use. Raw, terrifying fear consumed her.
Boom! Something crashed outside, and fire alarms blared.
Stephen paused. "Go check it out."
Kevin wiggled his hips as he walked out, then came running back in a panic. "Fire! Run!"
Thick smoke crept under the door, blocking all visibility. Someone burst in and shouted, "Lorraine!"