Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 1045 Opposing Luke

In the western Pacific Ocean, a ship bobbed up and down the waves as it sailed northward through a thunderstorm.

Bianca laid on the bed. She had been force-fed multiple times. The area surrounding the bed was indescribably

messy, and it was starting to stink.

She did not know how many days it had been since she boarded the ship. There was only one door, and there were

no windows.

Her hands were tied, and her mouth was gagged, though her legs were free. However, she was limited to the

cabin, so she did not know if it was day or night.

Her stomach churned as the boat swayed. She had the urge to vomit, but the cloth in her mouth made her unable

to do so.

She turned her head away and took deep breaths to calm her stomach down.

She had only met three other people aboard the ship -- Abel and the two mercenaries. They did not care that the

conditions of the cabin were deteriorating. The bed was beginning to get moldy, but they had no intention

ofchanging it.

That was why she had been feeling unwell in the past few days. When Abel tried to force her to eat, the urge to

vomit became greater.

The cabin door opened. Abel came in with a bowl of oatmeal porridge.

He had been trying to feed her solids, but she did not want to eat.

Eventually, he decided to feed her oatmeal instead. It was much easier to force it down. Usually, half a bowl of

porridge would go down her throat, which would ensure that she did not starve to death.

Bianca shuddered when she heard the door open.

Without looking, she knew that Abel had come in.

Other than force-feeding her oatmeal and water, he did not give her any trouble. However, she did not want to eat,

and her body reflexively twitched in fear whenever she heard the door open.

Bianca did not want to eat whenever she thought that she would be Luke's burden in the future.

Even though Abel did not say what he was going to do to her, she could imagine what would happen. If that were

the case, she would rather die.

At least she would not be Luke's burden, and Abel would not get to threaten Luke with her.

Abel saw that the mercenary was nodding off, so he kicked his chair. The mercenary instantly jolted awake, stood

up, and lowered his head in anticipation that he would receive a scolding.

Abel said coldly, "I hired you to keep watch, not sleep. If you can't do such a simple thing, you might well jump off

the ship." "Sorry, Boss." The mercenary felt a chill course down his spine.

Then, Abel looked at Bianca. She was lying on the bed in an awkward pose. He went over, took out the cloth from

her mouth, and said, "You stink."

Bianca chuckled coldly when she heard him say that.

Looking at her defiant expression, Abel pinched two points on her lower jaw to force her mouth open, then poured

the contents of the bowl into her mouth.

Bianca did not have the strength to resist. She could only spit out the porridge in her mouth. She managed to spit

out half of it before choking.

"Why can't you just be a good, obedient girl?" Abel showed no pity toward the woman who was coughing violently.

If Bianca had obeyed him, she would not have to suffer like this.

However, she remained defiant. The more defiant she was, the more interested Abel became. He wanted to make

her bow to him.

Bianca finally caught her breath. She glared at him. "In your dreams."

Abel chuckled coldly and reinserted the cloth into her mouth. "You'll bow to me one day, Bianca Rayne."

The mercenary looked at the mess on the bed and said softly, "Boss, shall we change a mattress for the woman?"

As a mercenary, he had been in all sorts of squalid situations, but the growing stink made him uncomfortable.

"No. Well be arriving tonight," Abel said. They were nearing their destination -- the Island of Despair.

He had left the island almost three years ago. The situation on the island was a far cry from what it had been.

It took Robert half his life to build his empire, but Luke Crawford had destroyed it all. As Robert's godson, he had the

responsibility to rebuild what was destroyed.

Bianca was a pawn that had suddenly appeared in his plan. She was an important pawn.

Bianca closed her eyes in despair when she heard the conversation.

Ever since she boarded the ship, she had prayed that Luke would suddenly appear to rescue her.

However, prayers were useless. He had never appeared, and she could not end her life.

The porridge churned in her stomach. Bianca closed her eyes and took deep breaths to keep it down.

Abel turned around to glance at her, then left the cabin.

After the door closed, Bianca opened her eyes, and tears slowly slid down her face. The nearer she was to that

place, the greater her fear.

She was not afraid that Abel would kill her, but she was afraid that her future was uncertain.

If eventually, she would have to oppose Luke...

She did not want that to happen!

Meanwhile, Luke suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He had been dreaming of Bianca.

It had been a week since Bianca disappeared. His subordinates, Percy's subordinates, and the police had been on

the case, but no one managed to find any leads. They did not even know who was the one who abducted

Bianca.

The police had been tightly guarding all exit points ever since the abduction. However, they did not find anyone who

looked similar to the facial composites.

They seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

The public followed the incident closely. Certain media outlets even ventured that Bianca was already dead at sea.

Luke let Jason do his job after seeing such reports. The next day, the media outlet would be declared bankrupt.

He had not slept for many days because he devoted all his time to looking for Bianca. He managed to fall asleep

because Old Master Crawford had slipped in sleeping pills in his coffee.

However, the sleeping pills could not stop him from waking up when he dreamed of Bianca.

He dreamed that she was full of scars, looking at him resentfully, asking him why he did not save her, and why she

had to suffer.

Luke sat up, feeling utterly frustrated. He picked up his phone, and he had not received any new updates.

He had hired people to look for Bianca at all hours. The vehicle was last found at the port, so the police had also

mobilized the coast guard to search the nearby sea. However, there was no news. 1

The time on the phone was three o'clock. He had fallen asleep for two hours. Luke turned to look next to him, and

Bianca was not there. As warm as the room might be, it could not warm his heart.