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Chapter 92 — EVERGREEN

Author: J L FLETCHER
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-23 18:53:48
The paper bags cut into Pandora’s palms as she pushed the door shut with her hip. The click of the lock sounded too loud in the empty mansion. She stood there for a second, breathing hard, trying to pretend the weight in her chest was just the shopping.

Groceries spilled over the counter: fruit, bread, a cheap bottle of wine. But one small box sat apart, its logo glaring at her like an accusation.

A pregnancy test.

Her heart hammered. She told herself not to be dramatic — she’d been late before. Stress could do that. Lucian could do that. But the second pink line appeared like a cruel joke.

“Shit,” she whispered.

She stared at it until her vision blurred. She wanted to throw it, break it, pretend it meant nothing. But she couldn’t. Her hands shook as she dropped it into the bin and stood over it, chest heaving.

It could be Lucian’s.

It could be Jax’s.

Either way, it was a death sentence.

Her mind spun. If it were Lucian’s, he’d never let her go. He’d keep her locked up, parade
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