“Get Up And Cook For My Parents!” He Dragged Me Out Of Bed At 5 AM—But One Text Blew Up Their Whole Plan

I Had Seconds. I Chose The Only Move That Still Worked.

He stood over me.

His parents sat there watching like they’d paid for front-row seats.

“Get up and make breakfast,” Daniel said again, voice low and vicious.

I tried to protect my belly with my arms.

That’s all I could think: protect the baby.

He struck me.

Pain detonated through my side and leg.

I screamed.

Agnes laughed louder.

Victor didn’t move.

👉 Discover the rest →