My Fiancé Risked Our Lives for His First Love

I was seven months pregnant when I was kidnapped.

After my fiancé, Nate Gilmore risked everything to save me, he swore that anyone who hurt me would suffer a terrible fate.

While I was drifting in and out of consciousness, I overheard the gang leader talking to the doctor outside the emergency room.

“Perform the cesarean now. Blame it on the kidnappers later!”

The doctor hesitated, clearly uneasy.

“To treat Miss Cassie Clay’s anemia, we need the umbilical cord blood. That means delivering Ruth Kerr’s baby early. But at seven months… the baby may not survive.”

Nate’s expression was grim.