LOGINAmelia’s POV"Will you marry me because you want to—not because I pressured you into it?" he added softly.Tears filled my eyes instantly. After everything we had been through… hearing Rowan say those words felt almost surreal."Yes," I whispered.His entire face transformed with relief and joy."Yeah?" he asked breathlessly, like he couldn’t believe it.I laughed through my tears. "Yes, Mr. Lancaster."The sound that escaped him was half laugh, half broken exhale before he cupped my face and kissed me deeply.And this time—It felt completely different.Like we were finally choosing each other without fear standing between us.His hand slid carefully around my waist, pulling me closer as the evening sunlight painted the garden gold around us."You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that," he murmured against my lips."Mommy! Daddy!"We both turned at the tiny voice.Liam came running into the garden at full speed while Evangeline followed behind at a far more composed pace."W
Amelia’s POVFor a moment, I couldn’t move. The picturesque street around us faded into nothing but background noise.All I could see was Rowan.And all he could see was me.Gabriel cleared his throat. "I, uh… I think I should get going."I turned toward him. "Gabriel—""It’s alright," he said with a gentle smile. "Goodbye, Amelia."I gave him a grateful hug. "Bye, Gabriel. Thank you. For everything."With that, he turned and walked away."Amelia!" Liam shouted again, sprinting toward me with all the energy a little boy could possibly possess.I laughed softly just before he crashed into me, nearly knocking me off balance."Whoa!" I exclaimed, tightening one arm around Anna while hugging him with the other. "Hey buddy!""Careful," Rowan called, though there was amusement in his voice now.Liam pulled back slightly, beaming up at me."I missed you!" he declared."I missed you too," I said softly.Then he noticed Anna properly. His eyes widened. "That’s the baby?"I laughed."Yes, that’
Amelia’s POVSilence fell, complete and absolute.Rowan’s eyes widened. All the emptiness vanished instantly."…What?" he breathed."I’m pregnant," I repeated quietly.His entire body went still. And for the first time in days—Real life flashed back into his eyes.A sharp exhale left him."You…" His voice broke slightly. "You’re serious?"I nodded once."Yes."He stared at me like the world had just tilted beneath him.Then his gaze dropped slowly to my stomach. "Oh my God…"Emotion cracked through his voice so suddenly and so rawly that it almost made me cry."You’re carrying my child?"I nodded again.His hand gripped the armrest tightly. "Amelia…"Tears burned behind my eyes, but I forced myself to stay composed."If you still want to see this child," I said carefully, "then you need to recover immediately."His gaze snapped back to mine. "You can’t leave," he said instantly."I have to.""Amelia—""I’m serious," I cut in softly. "You nearly died in that fire. You’re destroying yo
Amelia’s POVThe Lancaster estate looked exactly the same. Massive. Imposing. Untouchable.The iron gates slid open slowly as my taxi approached, revealing the long driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and fountains that probably cost more than most people’s homes.For a moment, I almost told the driver to turn around.But then I thought about Evangeline’s voice on the phone."Please."I still couldn’t fully process hearing that word from her.The woman rarely even blinked at human emotion, let alone expressed it. Yet somehow, she had sounded genuinely afraid.I stepped out of the taxi and looked up at the enormous mansion looming ahead of me."One last thing before I leave," I murmured to myself.Then I walked to the front door and rang the bell.A few moments later, the door opened.Evangeline stood there in an elegant cream-colored outfit, perfectly composed as always.But not entirely. There was something strained beneath the surface. Something tired."Amelia," she said so
Amelia’s POVEverything blurred. The fire. The screams. The chaos. I could barely process any of it.Figures moved in the distance. People gathering. Voices rising.And then—I caught a glimpse of her face—Burned. Twisted. But still recognizable.My stomach dropped. "…Victoria?" I whispered.My heart began pounding."Why would she—?" I muttered, the thought incomplete, fragmented.Did she just destroy everything I built?Did she just—Almost kill me?A fresh wave of shock hit me, colder than the night air."Oh my god…""Stay with me," a paramedic urged, placing a mask over my face. "Focus on your breathing."I nodded weakly, though my attention had already shifted again.To Rowan.He had sunk down onto the ground not far from me. The adrenaline that had carried him through the fire was gone. Replaced by something far more dangerous.Agony.His face was pale, his movements sluggish, his body finally catching up to everything it had endured."Rowan," I whispered, panic rising.I tried
Rowan’s POVOne moment, the fire was a contained blaze—manageable, distant.The next—It was everywhere.Flames licked up the walls, devouring the carefully designed interiors, crawling along the ceiling like something alive. Smoke thickened rapidly, turning the air heavy, suffocating."Everyone out!" someone shouted."Move! Move!"Panic erupted instantly. People surged toward the exits, shoving, stumbling, shouting over one another.I tightened my grip on my walking stick, scanning the chaos."Amelia," I muttered.I couldn’t see her.Not through the crowd. Not through the smoke."Amelia!" I called out, louder this time.No response.My chest tightened. Maybe she was already out. She had to be.She was smart. Quick. She wouldn’t stay behind.I forced myself to believe it."She’s out," I muttered under my breath. "She’s already out."But something in my gut twisted.No certainty. No relief. Just… doubt."Sir, you need to move!" someone urged, grabbing my arm.Adrenaline surged through
Amelia’s POVThe next morning I woke up groggy. My entire body ached in ways it never had before. For a moment I didn’t even recognize where I was. Everything that happened yesterday felt hazy, like some kind of wicked dream.But then it hit me… I was still in Rowan’s bed.I inhaled sharply, the e
Rowan’s POV"…What did you just say?" My voice came out as a growl so dangerous it almost startled myself.Amelia’s eyes held mine for a heartbeat before dropping down to her feet. "I can’t do this anymore," she said quietly. "Whatever this is between us… It has to stop."My pulse was still racing
Amelia’s POVWhen I reached the dining hall, my breath caught. Every seat was filled with nobles, tycoons, and socialites I didn’t recognize.But then I saw it—an empty seat beside Rowan. Relief swept through me. At least he hadn’t completely forgotten about me.I walked toward him, trying to ignor
Victoria’s POVTristan stood beside me at the reception counter. His arm supported me while the nurse handed over my discharge papers. He looked every inch the attentive husband, but I could feel the storm brewing underneath."Excuse me," he said suddenly, turning to Doctor Whitman with a sharpnes







