Chapter 253

NATALIE’S POV Time blurred together in the dungeon. I didn’t know how many days had passed since Memphis threw me in here. The air was always damp. The stones were always cold, and the shadows never moved. I curled up on the hard floor most of the time, cradling my belly, whispering to my babies. They were the only thing keeping me from breaking. “My little ones,” I murmured softly, brushing my hand over my stomach. “Mommy’s still here. Daddy’s going to come for us. He always does. You just have to stay strong for me, okay?” Sometimes I smiled just imagining Liam’s face, his arms around me, his warmth. But the smile never lasted long, not in this place. Fear was a constant feeling in my chest, and I rarely ate the disgusting meals they shoved through the bars. My appetite had vanished. Fear ate me alive instead. How could I eat when I was worried about myself and my children? I was scared of what that devil, Memphis, would do to me and my babies. The thought that he was my uncle disgus