Novels by Sherospen

Sandra's Pov My father appeared in the doorway. "It's time."The words settled over me, suffocating. My fingers tightened around the fabric of my dress as something cold twisted in my chest."Dad," I whispered, "before we go, I need to ask you something."Impatience flickered across his face. "This is hardly the time or place Sandra.""It wouldn't take long."He sighed. "Go on.""How did you know?"His eyes narrowed. "Know what?""The pregnancy."Silence pressed in. Then he sighed like I'd asked the most trivial question in the world. "I own the house, Sandra."The answer made my skin crawl. "That isn't an answer."His jaw tightened. "We didn't have time for this."Something in me snapped."No." I stepped closer, voice gaining strength even as my heart pounded. "You've controlled every part of my life these past two months. My whole life actually. My school, my career, every decision, every move. And I let it go because I thought you were doing it from a place of love."His gaze har

Sandra's PovThe next two months blurred into dress fittings, food tastings, and everything I was supposed to love about getting married. Except that I hated it. I moved through it like a ghost, nodding when I was supposed to, signing documents I didn't read and playing the dutiful daughter preparing for the wedding of the century.Maya was there through all of it, supportive, encouraging and telling me it would work out. I wanted to believe her but every time I tried reaching Zadok to explain, to beg for forgiveness, my messages disappeared. Calls went unanswered and my emails bounced back.It was like he erased me completely and I couldn't blame him.The night before the wedding, I was summoned to my father's study for a "final formality." Dorian was there, along with a lawyer I didn't recognize."Just a few documents," my father said casually. "Standard prenuptial agreements, asset protection, nothing unusual."I stared at the stack of papers, vision blurring again. "Sandra," Do

Sandra's Pov I sat across from them at breakfast, barely touching my food, stomach churning with nausea that had nothing to do with the pregnancy.They talked business, projections, things I couldn't bring myself to care about. My father was charming in a way I rarely saw, engaging Dorian with questions and compliments that made it clear he approved.That terrified me more than anything."Sandra," my father said suddenly. "You've been quiet.""I'm fine.""You didn't look fine." His eyes narrowed. "You look unwell.""I'm just tired.""Perhaps you should see a doctor," Dorian offered."I said I'm m fine," I snapped, visibly irritated. "You should take his advice," my father said with an edge to his words. "See Dr. Mark tomorrow.""That wouldn't be necessary.""I'd be happy to accompany her," Dorian said. "Just to make sure she's well taken care of."My father's gaze lingered on me. "Very considerate, Mr. Carrington."I wanted to scream. Why was no one listening to me?After lunch, Dor

Sandra's PovTHREE WEEKS LATERI stared at the pregnancy test in my trembling hands, watching the second line darken with a finality that made my knees buckle."No. No, no, no."I sank to the bathroom floor, back against cold tile, and pressed my palms against my eyes until I saw stars.We'd been careful. He'd used protection, I'd taken the pill. Two-factor authentication, he'd called it while laughing.But there it was. Undeniable and irreversible.The deadly double lines that announced that I was pregnant.And he was halfway across the world, unreachable, building the future we were supposed to share.My hands moved to my stomach instinctively as panic clawed at my chest.What was I supposed to do?I couldn't tell my father. He'd lose his mind, or worse, he'd find a way to use this against Zadok and ruin him before he even had a chance to claim the child. And I couldn't tell Zadok either. Not yet. He didn't need the distraction when he was just starting out. This news could derail

Sandra's PovThe apartment felt too small for whatever was sitting heavy between us.I watched Zadok pace near the window, his shoulders tight, hands running through his hair the way they always did when something was eating at him. The silence stretched and my stomach twisted even more."Baby, is everything okay?" I started to ask."Sandra." He cut me off gently, turning to face me. "There is something I need to tell you"I set down my tea, hands already shaking. "What is it?"He crossed the room and knelt in front of me, taking my hands. His grip was warm but his eyes, God, his eyes looked haunted.“Zadok you are scaring me.”"I got a job offer.”“You did?” I squeeled but then I paused midway. “Wait… isn't that supposed to be good news? Why are you sad?”“It's in Singapore.”My smile instantly disappeared. “I got a contract of two years, maybe less if I prove myself fast enough." He paused, watching my face. "The pay is triple of what I make now, Sandra. It is the kind of money th