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 (Artemis’ POV) I knew something was wrong the moment I tried to stand. Pain. Sharp, deep, and all-consuming. For weeks, I had ignored the discomfort, brushing off Aiden’s concerns, assuring everyone that I was fine. I had always been strong—had survived things that should’ve killed me. But this? This was different. I braced myself against the vanity, sucking in a sharp breath. Aiden was already watching me from across the room, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable—but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands flexed, ready to catch me if I fell. "You should rest today," he said, stepping toward me. I rolled my eyes. "I’ve rested enough." "Artemis." His voice was firm, a warning. I turned, meeting his gaze, ready to argue—when the pain struck again. It was like my bod

(Artemis’ POV)Pregnancy wasn’t supposed to feel like this.I had expected discomfort, sure. I had expected my body to change. But this… this was something else entirely.The exhaustion was unbearable.At first, I thought it was just the lingering effects of our honeymoon—late nights in Paris, stolen kisses in hidden alleyways, and mornings wrapped in silk sheets with Aiden refusing to let me leave the bed. But then the nausea started, and I knew something was wrong.I tried to push through it, keeping up with my work, but even Naomi noticed."Boss, you look like you’re about to pass out," she said, frowning as she set down a stack of files. "You should rest.""I'm fine," I muttered, waving her off, but the moment I stood, the room spun.I barely heard Naomi calling my name before strong arms caught me."Artemis."Aiden.His voice was tight, controlled—but his grip was anything but. He held me as if I’d shatter, his eyes scanning me for injuries."You’re not fine," he said. "We’re goi

I woke up sore.A deep, aching soreness that was both a reminder and a warning. Last night had been… intense. More than I expected. More than I could have imagined. My body felt like it had been claimed, worshipped, and thoroughly ruined, all at once.Aiden wasn’t in bed, but the warmth on his side hadn’t faded yet. I blinked up at the ceiling, barely able to move, and then I smelled it—coffee. The scent curled into the room, rich and inviting, followed by the quiet creak of the bedroom door."You're awake."I turned my head and found Aiden standing in the doorway, carrying a tray.My stomach flipped. He was shirtless, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low, his hair slightly tousled from sleep. But it was the look in his eyes—the satisfaction, the possessiveness—that made my breath catch.He set the tray down beside me. A glass of water. Coffee. Toast. Painkillers."I figured you'd need this."I huffed out a laugh. "You think?"Aiden smirked but didn’t argue. Instead, he sat on the e

Artemis' POVParis.The city of love, of whispered promises, of things that felt like forever. It wasn’t the first time we had been here. The last time had been chaos—high-stakes deals, power plays, and the weight of a contract binding us together. But this time? This time was different.The garden where we stood was secluded, hidden away from the noise of the world. White roses lined the aisle, their scent mixing with the crisp autumn air. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, its lights just beginning to flicker against the darkening sky.Aiden stood at the altar, watching me.No guards. No enemies. No ulterior motives.Just him. Just me. Just us.My dress was simpler than the first one I had worn. No heavy jewels, no extravagant embellishments—just clean, elegant lines that moved with me as I walked. But Aiden? Aiden still wore black, sharp and commanding, his presence impossible to ignore.As I reached him, he took my hands in his, his grip steady, grounding.“We’ve done this b

Aiden’s POVI wasn’t used to an empty house.The penthouse was quiet, the kind of silence that made me restless. Artemis had left early, slipping out before dawn, her scent lingering in the sheets beside me. She had a fitting today—something about finalizing designs before her next trip. I hadn’t asked for details, but I knew she was busy.I ran a hand down my face, exhaling.She was everywhere, even when she wasn’t here.The coffee machine was still warm, the cup she’d set aside for me untouched. A plate covered with foil sat on the kitchen counter—breakfast she’d made before she left, knowing I probably wouldn’t eat if she didn’t.In the closet, one of my suits was laid out, ironed, with a note tucked into the sleeve: Wear this one. You look good in navy.She did things like that. Little things. Thoughtful things.For someone who had grown up fighting for every scrap of control, she gave so freely—to me, to the people she cared about.And I—I hadn’t given her nearly enough.I leane

Aiden’s POVFor the first time in my life, there were no contracts. No lies. Just her.But peace was an unfamiliar thing.I still woke up before dawn, instinctively reaching for the gun that wasn’t under my pillow anymore. My body was trained to react before my mind even processed that there was no longer a war to fight. My enemies were either dead, exiled, or too afraid to make a move.Yet, I found myself restless.The empire was still mine. The city still ran on quiet threats and well-placed alliances. But Artemis had planted a dangerous thought in my head—what if I ruled differently? What if I built something that wasn’t always on the verge of burning to the ground?She was asleep beside me, her breathing steady, her body curled toward me like she belonged there. And she did.I ran a hand down my face and exhaled.I couldn’t just sit still. That had never been my nature.So, I got up.---The sun had barely risen when I walked into the warehouse where my men were gathered. Conversa

CH 190.Anabella Pov.The house was quiet, but my mind was anything but.I really tried to fall asleep.. I just could not stop thinking about John. The picture of John behind iron bars would not go away. It just kept playing over and over in my head. I saw John with his hands locked up. His eyes were looking for someone. That someone was not there. The cell where John was was really small. The air in that cell felt heavy it was hard to breathe.. The worst part is that John did not do anything wrong. John did not do anything all. The image of John, behind those iron bars it was just so sad. John was innocent John had done nothing.I held myself tight and sat on the edge of the bed. The room was cold. It was making me feel cold too. My little boy Peter was sleeping in his room down the hall. He had no idea what was going on. He is a kid. He should have a life without people doing bad things to him.. That is not what is happening to us. Peter deserves better.I had a choice to make. I c

John's POV The following morning we arrived at the road to the Vanguard Weaponry complex side by side, my stomach all tight because we had no idea what we were about to enter into. The location was massive - a massive factory on the outskirts of the city, with security checkpoints and razor wire. Guard towers were placed at every corner but none were manned over years- the company had been reduced to stafflessness due to budget cuts. We passed by the main gate; the guard recognized my name, and simply gave us a pass. The car park was quite deserted--layoffs were reducing the crew during the past few months. We located a place beside the door and got out. The lobby was silent, much more silent than Daniel had ever made it. The receptionist was surprised to see us and she looked up out of her desk. “Mr. We did not expect you till later, McQueen, I stood up, she said. The boardboard in the conference room awaits you. Annabella took my hand and we went to the elevators. You might

John's POV I leaned back in my chair, and considered their proposal. A part of me was tempted to say no immediately since it was so wrong to assume the company of Daniel on so many levels. But there was one other part that caught the opportunity they were presenting. Vanguard already possessed technology, agreements and means that could become gold should I manage it properly. And to be quite frank, in case I were in charge I would ensure that the place was run in an ethical manner rather than letting some drunkard continue to play with the corrupt strings of Daniel. I have to think of this, I said at the end. I can not make a decision in a single sit down. I must read the books of Vanguard, discuss this with my legal crew, and consult Annabella before I put anything in lock-up. "We get it," Elowen nodded. But we must have the answer within forty-eight hours. The more we are dead headed the more we are losing money and credibility by the day. "Forty‑eight hours," I agreed. I w

John's POV When I was browsing the quarterly reports of my weapons manufacturing division, my assistant Sarah tapped my office door at the exact time of eleven thirty in the morning. She appeared flustered in a manner that instantly informed me that something strange was about to happen since Sarah had been with me eight years and nothing ever comes to disturb her calmness. six people down the stairs would see you, Mr. Mcqueen, said she, with a nervous look behind her that they might at any moment appear behind her. They belong to Vanguard Weaponry. Security is attempting to hold them in the lobby but they are insisting that it is urgent. I put down the report I was reading, and was confused, as I had no meetings with any one of the Vanguard today or any other day. Since his arrest and death in prison three months ago, Daniel had a mess in his company. The last I heard, the board was squabbling amongst themselves as to who was to get the wheel as the company was bleeding money a

Johns POV Her face turned all pale since although she could not remember the nightmare itself she could still sense that something had happened. Oh, she said, and looked at her hands. “I’m sorry.”Stop apologising, I said, and took her hand. “This isn’t your fault. What Daniel did to you and Peter was traumatic. It is understandable that you are dreaming about it at night.Three weeks ago, she protested. “I should be over it by now.”Trauma does not work that way, I said, and grabbed her hand. You can not just choose to be over something because you feel that enough time has elapsed. It takes your mind some time to digest what has occurred.She pulled away her hand and left the bed as though she did not want the conversation to continue any further. I am all right, I said, as I went to the bathroom. “It was just a bad dream. Every person has bad dreams occasionally.I jumped out of bed to pursue her since I was not going to allow her to brush this off. This is the fourth time in two

John's POV I got up at approximately 2:15 a.m. due to the strange noises that Annabella was making that no one should make when they are asleep. They were at first little whimpers, which appeared to be in the depths of her chest, but then they became more pronounced, and became words, which I could scarcely make out, in the hysteria of her voice.No, no, please, said she, her head jerking to and fro on the pillow. "Peter, where’s Peter? I need to find Peter."She was as a statue under the blankets, with her muscles as stiff as they were on leave. I touched her shoulder with my hand softly since, in the last three weeks, I had come to know that touching her too fast in such episodes only exacerbates the situation. Annabella, I said, and touched her arm lightly. "You’re dreaming. Wake up."She didn’t open her eyes. She began to breathe quicker, she was near hyperventilating, gripping the sheets tight enough to turn the knuckles white. It is too small a room, she said in a gasp. “I can’