Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 915

Tanya had slipped in a drug into Jackson’s drink that night. That was the real reason why he had been so thoroughly knocked-out, and why it was impossible to have him do anything, let alone sex. The blood on the sheet? Tanya staged it.

Per Alejandro’s scheme, she had sex with Jett three times. The best-case scenario was to make Tanya pregnant and to make the conception seem as realistically tied to the hoax as possible. Even if she did not manage to get impregnated on time, Tanya was supposed to fake it until she made it. Even the worst-case scenario—if Tanya just could not get pregnant—had contingency plans.

She had been overjoyed and relieved when she succeeded in her pregnancy. But now, looking back, all she had achieved was shackling herself with a self-made burden.

For her pregnancy, and also because she was too ashamed to continue working for Eric, Tanya had been subsisting on Alejandro’s allowance after she quit her job. It was Alejandro who paid for her livelihood, which was why his cruelty shocked the woman so much. She had not expected the man to go straight after her life the moment she started to rue her choice. She underestimated how desperate he was to save his skin, how mortified he was at the prospect of Tiffany knowing the truth!

Jett might have warned her about her fate, but Tanya was still terrified of it. Amidst her fear, the only person she thought she could seek help from was Jackson.

Tanya must tell him everything before asking for protection from him.

Before she could make this critical call, however, she heard a knock on her door, which came sudden enough to send shivers down her body. Gingerly, she crept behind the door and looked through the spyhole.

To her relief, it was just Jett. She yanked the door open, completely forgetting the fact that he was also Alejandro’s right hand man. Two large, muscular men in black suits, stylistically similar to Jett’s, barged into the room immediately and grabbed hold of poor Tanya. Before she could let out a scream, one of them clamped his hand over her mouth, muffling her.

Jett stared ahead with faint sympathy flickering in his eyes, his hand holding onto his phone that was live-feeding the incident to Alejandro.

It was the man’s test for Jett. Alejandro knew he was an underling of Don Smith, the elderly family head of the Smiths, so the former never truly trusted the latter’s pledge of loyalty. That was why, shortly after Jett descended the stairs of the apartment, he found himself face-to-face with the two burly men Alejandro had sent to collect Tanya’s life. To protect himself, Jett ultimately chose to abandon Tanya’s welfare and led the men into her home.

Tears glistening in Tanya’s eyes magnified her desperate plea when she cast them at Jett.

Panting, Jett handed the stick to her. “Hit me.”

“Why?” she cried, baffled. The “stick” was originally the handle of an old broken mop she had kept in the hopes that it could be useful for something someday. In retrospect, it seemed almost prescient.

Jett shoved the stick into Tanya’s hand. “Because this is the only way to protect both you and me, dum-dum! Do you know why I shouted Jackson West’s name? That’s because Jackson is the only guy with the skills to beat up three grown-a** men by himself! That makes him our perfect scapegoat. If we don’t use him like that, Alejandro isn’t gonna believe my account at all!” he cried. “So grab this goddamn stick and whoop my a** already! Then go and look for Jackson and tell him every f**king thing about this and do whatever the f**k you want to do. This is as far as I could go to help you, alright? And one last thing. The child inside you? Abort it! Keeping it will only bring you troubles!”

Tanya had never done anything close to this before. All of the strength she could muster was only enough to hold the stick upright as she shivered and murmured, “I… I can’t do it…”

“Do you want these goons to wake up and throw you out of the window?” Jett urged. “Come on, do it already!”