LOGINđ€ Alexandra đ€âThump⊠thump⊠thumpâŠâ The sound filled the room steady, fast and alive. I blinked once, staring at the small screen in front of me like it had personally offended me.âThump⊠thump⊠thumpâŠâThat sound⊠was coming from inside me. I turned slowly to look at the doctor, then back at the screen again, then down at my stomach like I was expecting it to explain itself.âWait,â I said, lifting a hand slightly. âLetâs pause.âThe doctor blinked.I blinked back.âThat sound,â I continued, pointing at the machine like I was in a board meeting and someone just presented nonsense data, âyouâre telling me that is coming from inside my body?ââYes,â she said gently.I stared at her. Then I laughed, not a small laugh. A full one. Because what else was I supposed to do?âSo,â I said, leaning back slightly on the chair, âthere is a whole human being inside me⊠making noise⊠without my permission.âThe doctor tried not to smile.âThatâs one way to put it.ââOne way?â I repeated. âThat
đ€ Jacob đ€âBoss, our Togo port was blown to the ground. Every single person and everything inside it⊠gone.â Jack didnât even say hello. That was how I knew this was not small.I leaned back slowly in my chair, my fingers tightening just slightly around the phone as his words settled properly in my head.Burned to the ground. It was not an attacker not raided.Wiped out.âDoes my father know about this already?â I asked, my voice calm, even though my mind was already moving faster than the situation.âYes, boss,â Jack replied. âAnd he said I should not inform you yet but⊠the goods the Togo government requested for were all destroyed. And⊠civilians were involved.âI closed my eyes for a brief second.Civilians.That word again. First New York. Now Togo. This was not coincidence. This was pressure. âThis is fucked up,â I said under my breath, standing up from my chair and walking toward the window.The view outside looked normal. My home was in my private estate so no movement othe
đ€ Jacob đ€Yesterday changed something. I donât say that lightly. I am not a man who wakes up and suddenly believes in emotional shifts or invisible bonds forming out of nowhere. I deal with facts. Results. Consequences. But what happened yesterday, the attack, our deep conversation, the way Alexandra looked at me after everything settled, it left something behind.Now I feel closer to her. Not in the way I planned. Not in the way control works. This is different. It is not calculated. It is not something I built step by step. It just⊠happened.And a part of me, the part I donât usually listen to, is already waiting.Waiting for her to drop her guard. Waiting for her to look at me without suspicion. Waiting for her to stay. That part of me is new. And I donât trust it.I exhaled slowly as I stepped out of the car, my driver already moving ahead to open the door even though I didnât need it. I had gone to the office earlier out of habit after personally dropping Lex off myself, only
đ€Alexandrađ€I picked up the spoon again, taking another bite of the food like the conversation wasnât important, even though I was watching him from the corner of my eyes.âControl,â I added, âcontrol is real. Control keeps things where they should be. Predictable. Stable.âThatâs what I understand.Thatâs what I trust.Jacob moved then, slowly walking around the counter until he was standing right in front of me. Close enough that I had to tilt my head slightly to keep eye contact.âAnd what happens,â he said, his voice calm but carrying weight, âwhen you canât control something?âI didnât answer immediately. Because I already knew what he was trying to imply.âYou remove it,â I said simply.His jaw tightened slightly at that, but he didnât argue.âAnd if you canât?â he asked again.This time I held his gaze fully.âThereâs always a way,â I replied.Silence settled between us for a second. Then he did something unexpected. He reached out, slowly, giving me enough time to pull away
đ€ Alexandra đ€âI donât know if you will ever trust meâŠâ Jacobâs voice came from the kitchen, steady, almost too calm for the weight of what he was saying. âBut trust that Iâll keep you and our baby safe. Always.âI didnât respond immediately.I just watched him.The way he moved around the kitchen like he belonged there, like this was normal, like we were normal. Like he didnât just admit to something twisted days ago and like I didnât almost die a few hours ago.âSafe,â I repeated quietly, leaning my elbow against the counter.That word felt strange.âThe attacker earlier was meant for you,â I said, my eyes staying on him. âI believe.âHe didnât deny it. Of course he didnât. That alone was enough confirmation.I let out a quiet breath, picking up the snack he gave me earlier, bringing it close to my mouthâThen immediately paused. The smell hit me first. My stomach twisted so violently it felt like my body was rejecting the idea before I even tasted it.âTake this away,â I said qui
đ€ Alexandra đ€I donât even remember when I fell asleep.One minute I was in the car, forcing my mind to stay sharp, forcing my body to keep up like nothing had happened, and the next⊠everything just went quiet.Now the first thing Iâm aware of is my body. My stomach twisted in a way that made it impossible to ignore, a deep, demanding kind of hunger that didnât care about timing or control or anything else I usually rely on.And then there was something else with my body. Annoying. I wanted⊠affection. That realization alone made my brows pull together slightly as I shifted where I was, my eyes opening slowly.I donât do this.I donât wake up wanting to be held or touched or taken care of. Thatâs not me. But right now? Right now it feels⊠natural.And thatâs the problem.I let out a quiet breath, my hand moving absentmindedly to my stomach before I caught myself and stopped.No.I already know what this is. Itâs not me. Itâs the embryo. Iâve seen this before. Iâve watched it happen







