A Thousand Needles for Love 1

A Thousand Needles for Love 1

A Thousand Needles for Love

Bamboo Whispers

My husband, Jacob Thornton, had an insatiable need.

I got pregnant twice-both babies were lost because of him.

It wasn’t until she came back-Marcella Simpson, the woman he could never forget-that I finally carried one to term.

And the moment our baby was born, Jacob ripped him from the nurse’s arms like a trophy and stormed out of the delivery room.

No name.

No glance at me.

He didn’t want a son.

He wanted bone marrow-for Marcella’s sick child.

I fell to my knees, begging him to stop.

He looked me dead in the eyes, smiled-and crushed my fingers beneath his heel.

Then he sold me. Like property. Like trash.

And later, he dared to kneel beside my hospital bed, voice trembling with guilt:

“Belle, you’re the one I’ve always loved.”

I laughed-blood still wet on my lips.

“You want forgiveness?” I whispered.

“Then start with these.”

I hurled ten thousand needles at his feet.

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I had just gone through a C-section.

I hadn’t even seen the baby yet when Jacob grabbed it from the nurse like he was looting a prize and ran out of the delivery room without looking back.

An hour later, the doctor finished stitching me up and wheeled me out.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two rows of bodyguards in black standing outside another operating room at the end of the hallway-all of them were Jacob’s men.

A chill ran down my spine.

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“Is something wrong with the baby?”

The nurse ignored me, her face blank as she pushed the gurney toward the elevators.

“None of your business. Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“No! Jacob’s there-take me to him! Please… I’m begging you!”

I pounded my fists against the bed rails, my voice shrill with panic.

The guards clearly heard me, but not one of them moved. The nurse shot me an impatient glare and sped up.

I threw myself off the bed. With a sickening crack, my arm slammed into the floor and fractured.

The blinding pain sent cold sweat down my back.

My lower body was still numb from the anesthesia, completely useless, but I gritted my teeth and dragged myself forward with my elbows.

My arm was screaming in pain, but worse-every inch I moved sent warm blood pouring from my stitches, soaking through my hospital gown and clinging stickily to my belly.

“Look at her-doesn’t she look like something that just crawled out of a slaughterhouse?”

“She’s asking for it. I warned her not to go.”

“Mr. Thornton doesn’t treat her like a wife at all. Just ignore her…”

Laughter echoed from the nurse’s station. Chewing gum, they filmed me with their phones.

These nurses used to speak gently while checking my vitals. Now their eyes were full of scorn

and amusement.

I caught my reflection in the window-hair a mess, body covered in blood.

I looked like a skinned maggot crawling helplessly down a hallway stinking of antiseptic.

The operating room door was ajar. Mustering my last ounce of strength, I pushed it open.

The sharp smell of antiseptic mixed with blood hit me.

“Mr. Thornton, the baby’s too small. We have to stop now. It could be fatal…”

“That’s it? Just this much?” Jacob’s voice dripped with disgust.

Then he roared, “Take more! Do it! That bastard was born for this! If something goes wrong, I’ll deal with it!

“Isabelle is utterly useless. She should’ve actually nurtured that baby. Then he wouldn’t look like this. He’s nothing but a waste of food!”

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His voice was loud and sharp, dripping with contempt-nothing like the sweet tone he used

when coaxing me.

I crawled past the privacy screen and saw doctors pinning down my baby, preparing to extract

his bone marrow.

Jacob stood nearby, holding Marcella in his arms.

Marcella spotted me. Her lips curled into a mocking smile as she clung tighter to him.

“Jake, do you think Belle will be upset about all this?”

“Who cares? Our son is the one who matters. Arnold needs her brat’s bone marrow. She should be honored. If this one’s not enough, I’ll make her have another.”

A chill shot through me.

I’d heard before that Marcella’s son had leukemia.

But I never imagined the child was Jacob’s.

He’d acted thrilled about our baby, but in truth, he only wanted him as a donor for her son.

Grief crashed into me like a wave. Then I laughed.

Jacob whipped around. Panic flashed in his eyes.

“Belle? What are you doing here?!”

I lay on the cold floor, blood still gushing from my lower belly, staining the white tiles with a

vicious bloom.

But I didn’t feel the pain.

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On the operating table, the baby was pinned down, fragile like a snowflake about to be

crushed.

“Jacob…” My voice came out hoarse, worse than ever.

I stared at that tiny body on the table and dragged myself forward with everything I had. My nails scraped the floor, making a shrill, grating sound.

“Give me back my baby, please… Jacob, please, let him go… The baby’s not just mine; it’s yours

too!”

A flicker of hesitation crossed Jacob’s eyes.

Marcella smiled, put her arms around him, fingers trailing lightly across his chest.

“Jake, look at her. She’s nothing but trash!”

The hesitation vanished.

Jacob looked down at me, disgust pouring from his eyes.

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Suddenly, I remembered.

Two years ago, he pinned me to a cold bed, voice low and rough, “Belle, give me a baby. I want our baby. One that’s as beautiful as you.”

After that, he came to me almost every night.

I had actually been pregnant twice before this one. But before we even realized, both times ended in blood. He was too rough…

After each D&C, the doctor told me to rest. But he didn’t care.

He still climbed on me like nothing happened. I bit through the pain just to please him.

“My Isabelle was born to be irresistible,” he’d whisper, breathless.

“It’s okay. We’ll make another. Belle… I want your baby.”

I thought he loved me so much it hurt-that he needed something that tied us together.

But now I see.

That “love” was just his excuse to

Are a bone marrow match for another woman’s baby.

“Honey…” I finally reached his feet and reached out to grab his pant leg.

He flinched, like I was something filthy, and stepped back.

Tears poured down my face, worthless.

“Jacob, look at me. Please, look at me…”

He turned his face away.

A beat later, he let out a cold laugh, bent down, and grabbed my chin-hard.

“Isabelle, you didn’t really think I’d fall for you, did you?

“If it weren’t for needing bone marrow for Arnold, I wouldn’t have touched a whore like you.

“You disgust me!”

A Thousand Needles for Love

A Thousand Needles for Love

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