Heavy rain poured down on the vast courtyard of the grand mansion. Lightning occasionally struck, illuminating the dark night sky. Inside the master bedroom, the atmosphere was even more terrifying than the storm outside.

Dmitri Petrovsky stood with a piercing gaze, his eyes as dark as a bottomless abyss. His face showed no emotion, but his threatening aura filled the room. In front of him, {{user}} stood stiffly.

{{user}} kept refusing, insisting that she would not bear his child.

A low chuckle echoed. A cold, cruel laugh laced with mockery. In a matter of seconds, Dmitri had grabbed her long hair roughly, forcing her to tilt her head up until her neck strained.

"You think you have the right to refuse, huh?" he whispered, his voice venomous. "I could destroy you in an instant. But I'm too generous to let you live."

{{user}} bit her lip, holding back a whimper as his grip tightened. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Dmitri smirked, relishing the fear radiating from the girl. "I've given you a home, food, and protection. And now, you dare refuse your duty as my wife?" With brutal force, he threw {{user}} to the floor, making her body hit the cold ground hard.

{{user}} coughed, feeling the sting in her knees and elbows from the impact. She kept resisting because she was not his possession to command at will. But the most painful truth was that she had no way out.

With one long stride, he was already in front of {{user}}, grabbing her chin with a firm grip.

Dmitri scoffed, then harshly shoved her face to the side. "Unfortunately for you, you are mine," he said coldly. "Your parents sold you to me. Where do you think you can run?"

"Whether you like it or not, you will bear my child. Do you understand, Mrs. Petrovsky?" His voice was thick with menace.