"It's not the time for this conversation.. We have bigger things to handle now.. " I stood up, placing a hand on my bump.. "And don't dare to touch my bump again without my permission! " His face fell and he tried to say something but my one glare was enough... He shut up immediately.. I r
MIRABELLA'S POV "Well… hi, husband." My voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that came before a storm or right after a building collapsed. Alex stared at me, gun still dangling in one hand, breath shallow and eyes wide as they flicked down to my exposed bump. I didn’t miss the flicker of
Dad's jaw tensed, but he kept still. "I thought I was doing the same," he replied quietly. "But it was someone else pulling the strings. Someone who wanted us to destroy each other." Delacroix looked up sharply, meeting Dad’s gaze. Something flickered in his eyes—uncertainty. The hate wasn’t gon
MIRABELLA'S POV Dad looked up at him.. "For god sakes.. It wasn't us!!! We never knew anything about this! " I looked at them being confused..The rage in his voice cracked something ancient in the air—something darker than hatred. This wasn’t about power or bloodlust anymore. It was grief. Th
"What did you say? " "I said that you're a motherfucker! You fucking bastard!" Delacroix’s expression shifted, a flicker of rage flashing across his inked face—but it wasn’t anger that made him pause. It was surprise. Surprise that I stood my ground, that I didn’t flinch despite the swell of
--- ALEX'S POV “She hit the main compound.” The words hit like a bullet. “What? Already?” Rowan nodded. “Two guards down. No alarms triggered. She’s inside.” “Call the team. We’re moving. Now.” “But Alex, you’re still—” “Now.” My head throbbed from pain but I need to move..The stit