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“Absolutely not.”Sebastian looked up from his laptop, eyebrows raised. “I haven't even told you what it is yet.”“You have that look,” Elara said, settling onto the couch across from his desk. “The look that says you're about to ask me to do something I won't want to do.”“I don't have a look.”“You absolutely have a look.” She pointed at his face. “Right there. That's the look.”Despite himself, Sebastian smiled. “Fine. I have a look. But hear me out before you say no.”“I already said no.”“Elara.”She sighed dramatically. “Fine. What is it?”Sebastian closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair. “Vale Enterprises is hosting a charity gala Friday night. It's our annual fundraiser, biggest event of the year. Investors, board members, major clients. Everyone who matters will be there.”“And you want me to go with you,” Elara finished.“As my girlfriend,” Sebastian clarified. “Officially. No more hiding. No more pretending you're just someone I'm protecting. I want to introduce you
Elara woke slowly, wrapped in warmth.For a moment, she didn't remember where she was.Then she remembered what happened in bits.Soft sheets. Unfamiliar windows. An arm around her waist. A hand resting protectively on her stomach.Sebastian's bed.She was in Sebastian's bed.Naked.After last night.Heat flooded her face as memories washed over her. The dinner. The confession. Coming home and finally, finally letting herself have what she had been denying for weeks.Him.Behind her, Sebastian's breathing was deep and even.He was still asleep.Elara lay very still, not wanting to wake him, not wanting this moment to end. Because right now, wrapped in his arms, everything felt simple.Real.Safe.“You're awake,” Sebastian's voice rumbled against her back, rough with sleep.So much for him being asleep.“How did you know?” Elara whispered.“Your breathing changed.” His arm tightened around her waist. “And you went very still. Like you're trying not to wake me.”“I didn't want to distu
The car ride home was silent.But not the comfortable silence they had developed over weeks of living together.This was different.Charged.Electric.Elara sat beside Sebastian, hyperaware of every point of contact, his hand holding hers, his thigh inches from hers, the heat radiating from his body in the enclosed space.I'm in love with you.The words echoed in her mind, over and over.He had said them. Out loud. In a room he had rented specifically to make her feel special. With a dinner he had planned around every tiny preference she had mentioned in passing.He loved her.And she.God, she was terrified.Because she felt it too. Had been feeling it for weeks, maybe longer. That pull. That need. That overwhelming sense that Sebastian Vale had become essential to her existence.The car pulled into the underground garage.Marco opened the door.Sebastian helped her out, his hand never leaving hers.They rode the elevator in silence and walked into the penthouse in silence.And then
Three Weeks LaterElara woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and the realization that something felt different.She pressed her hand to her stomach.No nausea.For the first time in weeks, she woke up without the immediate need to run to the bathroom.Second trimester.Dr. Bennett had said the nausea would ease. She had been right.Elara stretched carefully, feeling her body changing in ways that were becoming harder to hide. Her jeans didn't fit anymore. Her shirts were getting tight across her chest and stomach.The baby was real now in a way it hadn't been before.She found Sebastian in the kitchen, making breakfast, a routine that had developed over the past three weeks.“Morning,” he said, looking up. “How are you feeling?”I feel good actually.” She slid onto a stool. “I feel really good, I don't feel any nausea.”Something shifted in Sebastian's expression. “The second trimester.”“I think so.”He set a plate in front of her eggs, toast, and fruit. “That's good. That
Three Days After The ScareElara woke to find Sebastian sitting in the chair beside her bed.Again.“You're doing it again,” she said without opening her eyes.“Doing what?” His voice was carefully innocent.“Watching me sleep. Like you have been for the past three days.”“I'm not watching you sleep. I'm working.” She heard papers rustling. “I just happen to be working here.”Elara opened her eyes. “You have an office.”“The lighting in here is better.”“Sebastian.”He set down his tablet with a sigh. “How are you feeling?”“I feel the same way I felt two hours ago when you asked. And four hours before that. And every hour since we got home from the hospital.”She sat up carefully. “I'm fine.”“Dr. Bennett said to rest…”“I've been resting for three days. I'm going insane.”“You should rest more.”“Sebastian, I'm eleven weeks pregnant. That doesn't mean I am made of glass.”“I know that.” But his eyes moved over her like he was checking for any signs of distress. “Are you having any cr
Elara woke to pain.It was sharp, sudden and low in her abdomen.She lay still, heart pounding, trying to convince herself it was nothing.Just normal pregnancy discomfort. Just her body adjusting. Just…Another cramp, sharper this time, made her gasp.She threw back the covers and stumbled to the bathroom.When she saw the spotting, her entire world came crumbling down.Blood.Not much. Just a little. But enough.No no no no no…Her hands shook as she grabbed her phone.It was barely six in the morning. Sebastian would already be gone, he had mentioned a breakfast meeting with investors. Or maybe he was at the gym. Either way, he wasn't here.She was alone.Her fingers trembled so badly she almost dropped the phone as she dialed.He answered on the first ring, voice alert. “Elara? What's wrong?”“I'm bleeding.” The words came out strangled. “Sebastian, I'm bleeding and it hurts and I don't know what to do…”She heard the sharp intake of his breath. Then car doors slamming.“How much







