Apologies, Mr Playboy. I'm Pregnant.

Joyce Albert. She was waiting outside La Reserve Hote

ng her fingers on her shoulders. Her friend's only shot at escap

equested the impossible from her, but she kne

u

er from her abusive father and made sure he never laid a finger on her again. It was Camille who

le because of Camille. And so, she had to do anything to save her fri

turned around, breathing a sigh of relief. She t

aid, trying her best to appear co

Yeah, I did exactly as you instructed. Store

re you

g some of his sperm for later. Now give me my money so I can get the fuck out of

envelope filled with cash

, call me," the strippe

d instructed her to get one that matched human body temperatur

ready waiting, so she got in, and the driver sped off. She had already used up

in her hand and murmu

the prison; instead, he pulled up at the bac

e officer, with a brown en

ped the envelope into his pocket. "I'm to belie

Joyce replied, staring him down.

cour

e prison, then handed the

new inmate-Inmate

sk suspiciously, then back at the o

own envelope, split the money

worried about what's in the flask?

cared even if it was a bomb being smuggled in." The o

others who would-for less. After all, the governm

ing the money in her palm

hat was in the flask. If she did, it

s, holding the flask as if it belonged to

ing her baton to strike the

lked to the gate. The warden handed

d. Inside was a small plastic container-containing

so a note fr

t. Now, do what you have to do-and make sure the real murder

e note with a s

of our law, a person who commits murder is punishable by death. The evidence presented before this court has left no doubt as to your guilt. Therefore,

ed in her father's throat and it had her fingerprint. But Camille

ainer in her hand and murmured,

onths

ed to the execution grounds. She had no

d be confirmed. For the first time in her life, she was glad she didn't study business

ought, walking into the nicely decorated room. It looked nothing

a beautiful world," explained the man seated in a large bl

l me Mr Stev

he smile on his face irked her-just

aid to Camille, pointing to a

ng if she should play her

curiosity, she watched a man dressed in white chef's c

ns. My name is Zach, and I'll

and I'll prepare it right away,"

was no fool, she was told she would be poisoned. So was

I just wondered if my food would

tter?" Mr S

g tonight," Camille said calmly, meeting h

a more believable lie? You can't be pregnant.

again," Cami

ef. "Feed her the poison d

laining to the General why

ened. "Give her the p

le that held the poison a

ed at Mr Steven, fear clawing up he

knows how desperate the General is for an heir. When

't lying. Her voice and her e

barked, "Fetch

h the doctor, who immediately got to work. A nee

ate. If you get it wrong, your h

r nodded

her cell. In three hours, we'll know if she's

back through the prison

was restless. Had she misread the signs? Was she

was about to los

ate

ed to the gate. The wa

low

metal doors, and finally, to a sec

black limou

tanding beside the car. "But I should let you know-the General isn't as nice as yo

othing and got

drove out of the prison, Camille had

a game-one where her c

ttled over

the only way?"

no other choice. Her pl

ction in the tinted window. The

eet my baby's fath