LOGINš¤ Alexandra š¤āThump⦠thump⦠thumpā¦ā 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.āThump⦠thump⦠thumpā¦āThat 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.āWait,ā I said, lifting a hand slightly. āLetās pause.āThe doctor blinked.I blinked back.āThat sound,ā I continued, pointing at the machine like I was in a board meeting and someone just presented nonsense data, āyouāre telling me that is coming from inside my body?āāYes,ā 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?āSo,ā I said, leaning back slightly on the chair, āthere is a whole human being inside me⦠making noise⦠without my permission.āThe doctor tried not to smile.āThatās one way to put it.āāOne way?ā I repeated. āThat
š¤ Jacob š¤āBoss, our Togo port was blown to the ground. Every single person and everything inside it⦠gone.ā Jack didnāt 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.āDoes my father know about this already?ā I asked, my voice calm, even though my mind was already moving faster than the situation.āYes, boss,ā Jack replied. āAnd he said I should not inform you yet but⦠the goods the Togo government requested for were all destroyed. And⦠civilians were involved.āI closed my eyes for a brief second.Civilians.That word again. First New York. Now Togo. This was not coincidence. This was pressure. āThis is fucked up,ā 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
š¤ Jacob š¤Yesterday changed something. I donāt 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 donāt 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 donāt trust it.I exhaled slowly as I stepped out of the car, my driver already moving ahead to open the door even though I didnāt need it. I had gone to the office earlier out of habit after personally dropping Lex off myself, only
š¤Alexandraš¤I picked up the spoon again, taking another bite of the food like the conversation wasnāt important, even though I was watching him from the corner of my eyes.āControl,ā I added, ācontrol is real. Control keeps things where they should be. Predictable. Stable.āThatās what I understand.Thatās 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.āAnd what happens,ā he said, his voice calm but carrying weight, āwhen you canāt control something?āI didnāt answer immediately. Because I already knew what he was trying to imply.āYou remove it,ā I said simply.His jaw tightened slightly at that, but he didnāt argue.āAnd if you canāt?ā he asked again.This time I held his gaze fully.āThereās always a way,ā 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
š¤ Alexandra š¤āI donāt know if you will ever trust meā¦ā Jacobās voice came from the kitchen, steady, almost too calm for the weight of what he was saying. āBut trust that Iāll keep you and our baby safe. Always.āI didnāt 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 didnāt just admit to something twisted days ago and like I didnāt almost die a few hours ago.āSafe,ā I repeated quietly, leaning my elbow against the counter.That word felt strange.āThe attacker earlier was meant for you,ā I said, my eyes staying on him. āI believe.āHe didnāt deny it. Of course he didnāt. That alone was enough confirmation.I let out a quiet breath, picking up the snack he gave me earlier, bringing it close to my mouthāThen 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.āTake this away,ā I said qui
š¤ Alexandra š¤I donāt 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 Iām aware of is my body. My stomach twisted in a way that made it impossible to ignore, a deep, demanding kind of hunger that didnāt 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 donāt do this.I donāt wake up wanting to be held or touched or taken care of. Thatās not me. But right now? Right now it feels⦠natural.And thatās 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. Itās not me. Itās the embryo. Iāve seen this before. Iāve watched it happen







