Love In The Hatred
She's Our Daughter

Vlora who had not completely forgotten the bad experience while under the control of Niko used to be more frightened. His mouth was smothered until he could not scream.

Vlora's body trembled, corn sweat had soaked his forehead, he was still trying to stay away from men whose body size and strength were bigger than him.

"Where do we start, baby?" The eyes of this man seemed to be on v*njangi all over Vlora's body. His eyes stopped right at Vlora's distended stomach, as a hint of an evil smile was drawn on his face.

"Mklnlpppppp!" Vlora tried to scream but, this man's hand was getting stronger smothering his mouth.

"Which man is pregnant with you? Ck, haven't seen you in a long time, you're still wild too!" This free man's hand wanted to feel Vlora's stomach.

Vlora felt very humbled, he was as strong as stepping on his feet and kicking the crotch with the perverted man who had already harassed him.

"Akhhhh, brengs! How dare you jal*ng!" The man screamed and let go of Vlora, he was in pain holding onto the most important part of his being.

Vlora took the opportunity, even though his stomach was big he still tried to get away and ran until he accidentally hit someone.

From a distance not too far away, Ozan sees Vlora hastily and occasionally looks behind him. Ozan becomes worried that something will happen to his wife and future children. Ozan hastened his pace.

Buk!!!

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" Ozan grabs Vlora's shoulder, surprised to see Vlora's face looking ashen.

"ozan ... Ozan, I-I'm scared, I'm scared...."

Ozan's panicking. "Why? Is something bothering you?"

"I-it's in-she! the man ...."

Vlora had trouble speaking because of the stomach pain that came suddenly, he just pointed towards the toilet.

Hearing the word the man made Ozan's blood boil, he saw the silhouette of a man as it hurriedly entered into the female toilet that looked desolate.

"Wait here" said Ozan, he wanted to make sure himself who the man Vlora meant.

"I'm afraid," Vlora replied as she endured the cramping in her stomach.

"They'll take care of you." Ozan points to two new bodyguards to make sure Katerine has left the restaurant.

Vlora nodded while holding her stomach.

The pair of long legs were walking quickly looking for the suspicious man he had seen. His hands moved open one by one the doors that were there, until he finally found a man sitting on a closet.

"Who are you?"

Ozan did not answer, he reached out clutching the collar of the man's shirt that had frightened Vlora.

"What did my wife do, brengs*k!" yelled Ozan, he punched and threw him down on the slippery floor.

Bruk!!!

"Akhhh I don't know who your wife is, sir!"

BUGS!!!

"Women are pregnant, my wife! You did him!" In fact, without the slightest mercy Ozan increasingly berbibututnya.

Fresh blood began to pour from his nose and the corners of his lips, this man began to realize that Vlora was his wife.

"I just touched it a little bit...."

Ozan is getting on the black, he steps on the arm of the man who has been insolent towards Vlora and takes the gun behind his shirt and passes the hot lead.

Dor's!

Dor's!

Vlora is shocked to hear the sound of firing from inside the toilet, he believes the bullet came from inside the toilet, Vlora took the initiative to get closer but, the bodyguards prevented it.

"Stay here, Madam. Wait until Mr. Ozan comes out."

"You crazy? What if Ozan gets shot?" Vlora is panicking.

Sure enough, from the doorway Ozan smiled and approached Vlora. His face was as usual as nothing had happened. In fact, he had just broken a hand that had been sassy to touch his wife.

"Ozan are you okay?" ask Vlora after Ozan is nearby.

"What am I really doing?" Ozan turned to his men. "Done him!" Ozan's Order.

The two men also went about their duties. They shook their heads to see that the man was still alive but fresh blood was pouring from his hands.

"Basic stupid! Search dead apparently!"

"Who sent you?"

However, he had not heard the answer this man had lost his consciousness.

***

"Don't scare me!" Vlora hugs Ozan, only Ozan can calm him down.

"I'm sorry, I neglected to take care of you." Ozan felt Vlora's embrace getting stronger, his wife's body was shivering. "You okay? Did that guy hurt you?"

Vlora closed her eyes, biting her lips in pain.

"Look at me!" Ozan cupped Vlora's face, worried even more about seeing his wife's eyes. Without speaking again, he held Vlora and took her away.

Although Vlora's weight has almost doubled, Ozan has no objections, asking the driver to drive them to a nearby hospital.

***

In the hospital.

The pressure experienced by Vlora resulted in the baby in the stomach stamped to make Vlora feel tremendous cramps in the stomach. Even the incident almost made Vlora almost unconscious. The medical team acted quickly and decided to perform surgery to save the baby and his mother.

Ozan doesn't know what to do, he asks Doctor to save both of them. In fact, Ozan witnessed for himself the process of operation of the cecar that Vlora lived.

Finally, the cry of a little baby filled the room. Ozan shed a tear as he watched the doctor remove his tiny baby from Vlora's stomach.

"He's a cute baby!"

"What a lovely daughter!"

The tiny baby stopped crying when the doctor placed it on his mother's chest, and Vlora shed tears watching the tiny baby twitch in her arms.

"She's our daughter. Our beautiful daughter" Ozan said, wiping Vlora's tears. "Thank you, baby."

Ozan knows thanks are not worth the happiness Vlora gives him. Because Vlora has given him the title of father.

"He's our son, Ozan...."

Ozan pecked Vlora's forehead. "Yes, he's our son."

The baby followed his instinct, his lips always opening like he was looking for something. Ozan and Vlora laughed.

"It seems he wants to master it. All right, your Daddy's gonna budge," joked Ozan, pointing to da da Vlora, his favorite territory.

Hearing that, the medical team that was there laughed.

That same day Vlora and her baby were moved to another room. Ozan tells Mark and the rest of the family this happy news.

Meanwhile, security at the hospital and outside Vlora was tightened. Ozan does not want the enemies who are still wandering outside to take the opportunity to save his wife and little daughter.

***

"Akkhhhh!!! Ozan should have left the woman that night instead of accepting her even more!!!"

Katerine is crazy, he who initially intends to heat up Ozan by presenting a man who once kissed his wife is not affected at all. Ozan even shot the man in the hand.

"Look, I won't stay silent!!" The arrow Kate released remains the target of a photo of Ozan.