로그인Days and then weeks passed so quickly. After we informed my parents about my pregnancy, life became a whirlwind of planning, meetings, and endless decisions. The days that followed were a blur of dress fittings, cake tastings, floral arrangements, and the back-and-forth of family opinions. My parents were determined to make everything perfect, while Ezekiel, ever precise and calm, made sure nothing was left to chance. At first, it was overwhelming. There were moments when I felt like I couldn’t breathe, moments when the weight of expectation pressed down on me like a stone. But Ezekiel never faltered. “You’re doing too much,” he said one afternoon, catching me as I scrolled through yet another list of potential flower arrangements. “Sit. Let me handle this.” I wanted to argue, wanted to insist that I was capable, but there was something in the way he looked at me calm, patient, but commanding that made me stop. I realized I didn’t need to carry the burden alone. Not anymore. He
AMETHYST POV Sunlight streamed softly through the blinds, casting a warm glow across on my condo. I stood near the window, hands pressed against the glass, tracing invisible lines as my thoughts spun wildly. Today, everything would change. I could feel it. The past weeks months, really of secrecy, tension, and suppressed emotion had led to this exact moment. And I wasn’t sure I was ready.Ezekiel leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, watching me. There was a calm in his presence, but it carried an unmistakable weight. Possession. Protection. That intensity he always carried, heightened even more after last night.“You’re thinking too much again,” he said softly, stepping closer.I shook my head, forcing a small smile. “Just… nervous.”He moved to stand beside me, his hand brushing against mine. I didn’t pull away. How could I? Every time I tried to resist him, every attempt at independence, he had a way of making me realize that resistance was pointless. Not because he overp
The next morning, sunlight crept into her condo through the thin curtains, painting everything in muted gold. I could see her stirring from the couch, wrapped in the oversized shirt I had given her last night. She looked… fragile, though she tried to sit up straight, to act as if nothing had changed. But I could see it the tension in her shoulders, the careful way she moved, the slight hesitation before she met my gaze.I stayed where I was, leaning against the doorframe, just watching her.“You’re awake,” I said, my voice quieter than usual.“I was… resting,” she murmured, not looking at me yet.I moved closer, sitting in the chair near the table, not too close, but close enough to see the faint flush on her cheeks. “You don’t have to pretend,” I said. “You don’t have to act normal right now.”She finally looked up at me. Her brown eyes, usually so guarded, flickered with something else this morning. Vulnerability. Hesitation. Desire. Confusion. All at once.“I know,” she said softl
EZEKIEL POV Something changed after last night.I didn’t need anyone to point it out. I felt it the moment we stepped out of my room that morning.It was subtle.The way Amethyst walked just a little ahead of me, as if she needed space. The slight tension in her shoulders, like she was holding herself together. The way she avoided my eyes whenever our hands brushed, as if even that small contact carried too much weight now.She was trying to act normal.But nothing about this felt normal anymore.And I wasn’t the same either.Because the moment she said yes last night… everything shifted.She wasn’t just someone I was drawn to.She wasn’t just someone I felt responsible for because of the child she carried.Amethyst Villarreal became something more.Something I couldn’t easily define.But something I knew I wouldn’t let go of.Breakfast was quiet, but not in a peaceful way.My mother noticed the tension immediately. She didn’t say anything, but I saw the way her eyes lingered on us—o
Sunlight slipped quietly through the sheer curtains, painting the room in soft gold. For a moment, I didn’t move. Didn’t think. Didn’t remember. I just lay there, eyes half-closed, wrapped in a strange warmth that felt unfamiliar… yet comforting. Then reality slowly returned. The room. The bed. The scent. Him. My eyes opened fully. And that’s when I felt it. An arm wrapped securely around my waist. Warm. Heavy. Possessive. My breath caught slightly as I turned my head. Ezekiel. Still asleep. His face looked different like this. Relaxed. Unburdened. The usual sharpness in his expression was gone, replaced by something softer… almost peaceful. For a moment, I just stared at him. This man strong, controlled, intimidating to everyone else was holding me like I was something fragile. Something important. Something his. My chest tightened. Memories from last night rushed back all at once. The conversation. The silence. The way he
After dinner, I honestly thought Ezekiel would bring me back to my condo. The night had already grown quiet outside the mansion, and the exhaustion from the long day was slowly settling into my body. Between the clinic visit, the conversations with his parents, and the emotions I had been carrying since morning, all I wanted was to return to my own bed and rest. But things didn’t happen the way I expected. While we were still seated in the living room, Mrs. Thompson suddenly looked at us with a gentle but firm smile. “You two shouldn’t drive back tonight,” she said. Ezekiel raised an eyebrow slightly. “Why not?” “It’s already late,” she replied calmly. “And Amethyst needs to rest.” I immediately shook my head. “Oh, it’s alright, Mrs. Thompson,” I said quickly. “Ezekiel can just drop me off at my condo.” “Nonsense,” she said warmly. “You’re staying here tonight.” I blinked in surprise. “Here?” She nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Yes. The mansio







