Chapter Thirty-Two
The following day was a haze of chaotic decisions, high-stakes conversations, and the inevitable tension that only Stefan Vance could create. The weight of the meeting yesterday had settled over me like a heavy blanket, one that I couldn’t shake off. I had gone from being the reluctant wife, trying to find any shred of control, to being something else entirely—a woman tethered to the powerful, unyielding empire that Stefan had built.
I walked through the grand halls of the penthouse, my fingers grazing the smooth surfaces of the marble counters. The baby was kicking again, a reminder that despite everything, there was something real here. A piece of me that would belong to Stefan, whether I liked it or not.
And yet, the knowledge of what I had to face next gnawed at me.
Stefan was in his office again, that high-rise kingdom where he ruled over everything. And today, he had made it clear that I was to be involved in more than just his personal life. He had plans, and
