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🖤 Jacob 🖤

“The pregnancy has been confirmed boss, President Alexandra Fisher Hale is pregnant.”

The moment those words left Timmy’s mouth, I didn’t even try to hide the smile that slowly spread across my face.

Finally.

After all these years of planning, watching, waiting, calculating every single move like a chess game where I could not afford to lose, everything had finally fallen into place.

“Bingo,” I muttered under my breath, leaning back in my chair as I let the satisfaction sink in. “The fish has been caught in my net.”

I tapped my fingers lightly against the armrest, my mind already ten steps ahead, already seeing how this would play out. Alexandra Fisher Hale… the untouchable queen, the woman who controlled everything around her like the world was just another business deal…

Yeah.

Let’s see how she handles this.

“Spread the news,” I said calmly, like I was ordering lunch and not about to flip her entire life upside down.

Timmy blinked.

“Boss?”

I turned my head slightly and looked at him, my expression relaxed but my eyes sharp enough to remind him exactly who he was talking to.

“Make sure the whole world knows,” I continued slowly, every word deliberate, “that the queen of the business world and the ruler of the underworld is pregnant.”

I paused just long enough for it to sink in.

“And that she is getting married to Jacob Grey.”

Silence.

Beautiful, confused silence.

Timmy just stood there staring at me like I had just told him the sky was green.

“Married… boss?” he finally asked, his voice uncertain. “She doesn’t even know how the pregnancy came about… and the fact that it’s yours…”

That was as far as he got.

Because I looked at him.

Not even angry.

Just… looked.

And that was enough.

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion, Timmy,” I said, my voice calm, almost bored, but there was something underneath it that made the air in the room feel heavier. “I gave you an order.”

He swallowed immediately.

“Apologies, boss.”

Good.

At least he learns fast.

He turned and walked out without another word, the door closing softly behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

And honestly?

That was exactly how I liked it.

I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on my desk as I let out a quiet breath, my lips curling into a slow smirk.

“Alexandra Fisher Hale…”

I said her name like I was tasting it.

“Let’s see how you get out of this.”

Because I knew her.

Better than she would ever admit.

Better than anyone else.

She hated losing.

Not just hated… she refused it.

Money, power, influence, control… she held onto everything like her life depended on it, and maybe it did. She would burn down an entire system before she let a single dollar slip through her fingers. She would destroy people without blinking if they stood between her and what she wanted.

And now?

Now I had placed her in a position where every option came with a cost.

If she denies the pregnancy, she looks unstable.

If she accepts it, the question becomes who the father is.

If she refuses the marriage, the media will tear her apart, her shares will drop, investors will panic, and her perfect image will crack.

And if she accepts the marriage…

I win.

Simple and perfect just as planed.

I leaned back again, letting out a low chuckle as I ran a hand through my hair.

“You always loved control, Alexandra,” I murmured to myself. “Let’s see how you handle losing it.”

For a moment, my eyes drifted toward the window, but I wasn’t really seeing the city outside.

I remember the first time I meet her eighteen years ago in business school.

Everyone was loud, trying too hard, showing off, acting like they already owned the world when in reality they didn’t even understand it yet.

And then there was her. Sitting in the front row like the entire room bored her already.

No fake smiles.

No unnecessary conversations.

No interest in impressing anyone.

She had this look on her face like she had already calculated everyone’s worth and found most of them lacking.

Including me.

That was the first thing that caught my attention. Not her beauty, even though yeah, she had that too.

It was the fact that she didn’t care.

Not about me.

Not about anyone.

And for some reason, that annoyed me more than it should have. I still remember the first time I spoke to her.

Group project.

I approached her with a plan, a solid one, something anyone else would have accepted immediately.

She listened.

Didn’t interrupt.

Didn’t react.

Then when I finished, she looked at me and said,

“That’s inefficient.”

Just like that with no explanation.

Then she took my entire idea apart in less than two minutes and rebuilt it into something better.

Smarter.

More profitable.

And when she was done, she didn’t even wait for my reaction. She just picked up her things and walked away like the conversation was over.

I should have been annoyed.

I should have hated her.

But instead…

I was impressed.

No.

That’s not the right word.

I was intrigued.

Because for the first time, I had met someone who wasn’t trying to win people over.

She was trying to win.

And she did. Every single time.

Top of the class. Top of every project.

Emotionless.

And completely focused. She didn’t build relationships. She built power.

And somehow… somewhere in between watching her ignore everyone, watching her walk through life like feelings were optional and weakness was unacceptable…

I fell.

Not the soft kind of falling people talk about in those stupid love stories.

No.

This was different.

Because I didn’t just want her. I wanted to understand her. To break through that wall she built around herself. To be the one person she couldn’t ignore.

But she never gave me that chance. No matter what I did. No matter how close I got.

She always stayed just out of reach.

Always focused, distant… and untouchable.

Until now.

A slow smile spread across my face as I picked up my phone, scrolling through the notifications already coming in.

The news was spreading fast.

Faster than I expected.

Good.

Let the world talk.

Let them speculate.

Let them drag her name into every headline and every conversation.

Because the more this spreads…

The less room she has to escape.

I leaned back in my chair again, closing my eyes for a brief second as I imagined her reaction.

The confusion.

The anger. That sharp look in her eyes when she realizes something is wrong.

Yeah.

I know her. She’s not going to sit quietly and accept this. She’s going to fight. She’s going to dig. She’s going to try to tear this whole thing apart.

And honestly?

I wouldn’t expect anything less. That’s exactly why I chose her.

My eyes opened slowly, my gaze settling on the city again, but this time there was a certain calmness in me.

Because no matter what she does next… She’s already in the game.

And I’m already ahead.

“Welcome to the trap, Alexandra,” I murmured softly.

“This time… you don’t get to walk away.”