JEANETTE CRADLED THE SOFT, white and bloody mass in her arms, bundled up in towels and gazed down at it.
Looking past the mucus, blood and amniotic fluid it was covered in, she found that the baby had her upturned nose and her buttermilk blonde hair. It had its father's cocoa brown eyes and thin lips. It was her baby, flesh and blood, but it didn't feel like it. And she certainly did not feel all warm and motherly. She was repulsed. Yes, repulsed. Even mere thought of the brat disgusted her.
Jeannette stared at her daughter coldly. The little bundle was not one of joy, but of great annoyance. A bundle that she had just struggled to get out of her body. A bundle that would destroy her life. An abomination.
She plastered a fake smile and beamed at the medical staff. She pretended to admire her new born daughter.
She wiped away the sheen of sweat on her forehead and smiled gratefully at the faces around.
Little did they know that beneath the fake smile, lurked a cold heart.
Jeannette looked down at her daughter one last time. Just hang in there you little brat, she thought. I'll snuff out your insignificant breath as soon as I can.
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Mystery / ThrillerCompleted with editing in the background Have you ever fantasised about faking your own death? If yes, then how? This book will tell you how Jeannette Mason faked her death to conceal her crime. Delve into the depths of her convoluted mind as she g...
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