LOGIN“IS IT TRUE?” Grayson’s voice thundered through the room. “Yes!” Tessa said softly. “Yes it is!” “So you’ve been cheating on me, haven’t you?” He spat. Her hands trembled. “No, I swear, it’s not like that.” He grabbed her arm, his grip bruising her wrist as she squealed in pain. “Then whose baby are you carrying, huh?” His voice was ice cold. Tessa shivered, tears blurring her vision. “I don’t know.” ********** Pregnant with the powerful Roman Blackwood’s child, while engaged to his unstable stepbrother — Tessa Quinn becomes the key to a ruthless inheritance war where love has no place. As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Tessa must protect her unborn child while trapped between love, vengeance, and men who want to own her fate.
View MoreThe scent of antiseptic filled the small hospital room. Tessa’s hands trembled as the nurse smiled, holding the ultrasound report like a fragile promise.
All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. Months of pills, hormone injections, and doctor visits had drained her both physically and emotionally. And now, maybe… a flicker of hope. Maybe, finally, a chance to give her fiancé what he wanted: a child. Their child. “Congratulations, Miss Quinn.” The nurse smiled. “You’re pregnant.” “Yes!” Tessa squealed. “I’m finally pregnant with Grayson’s baby!” A shaky breath escaped her lips and her eyes sparkled with hope. Finally. After all the heartache and desperation, she could give Grayson the baby he wanted so badly. The baby who would secure his place as heir to Thorne Industries, just like Grayson’s father’s will had demanded. This wasn’t just about her anymore. It was about survival. She clutched the report close, imagining Grayson’s smile, the relief flooding his face. This was their future, her future. Tessa grabbed her purse and jolted out of the hospital in a hurry, excited to share the news. The elevator dinged open to their high-rise apartment floor. Her heart raced as she fumbled with her keys. She stepped inside, expecting silence, peace, and maybe a smile from Grayson. Instead, laughter spilled from the living room. Grayson lounged on the velvet couch, an arm wrapped possessively around a woman Tessa knew too well — his secretary, Sofia. Tall, sleek, with an amused smirk curling her lips. “Grayson,” Tessa’s voice cracked like glass. “What’s happening?” He didn’t even look up. “You again. What are you doing here?” “What am I doing here?” Tessa snapped. “We live here, remember? The real question is what is she doing here?” “That’s none of your business, Tessa.” Grayson said coolly. “What do you want?” Tessa’s stomach twisted. The casual dismissal hit harder than any shout could have. She stepped forward, eyes locked on Sofia’s hand resting on Grayson’s thigh. Her eyes opened in realization. “You’ve been lying to me,” she said, voice trembling but steady. “How long? How long have you been screwing your secretary while I’ve been killing myself trying to give you the one thing you keep saying you need?” Grayson finally met her gaze, his expression flat. “You’re making a scene over nothing. Sofia understands me. She doesn’t drag me down with endless doctor visits and false hope.” The words landed like a slap. Tessa’s breath caught. Her fists clenched. “False hope? After everything I’ve put myself through? The pills, the appointments I dragged myself to even when I was shaking, the sleepless nights wondering if this would finally be our chance — and this is how you repay me? By calling me false hope?” Grayson shrugged, cold and unapologetic. “You’ve been nothing but a disappointment, Tessa. I don’t even think you can get pregnant.” The words hit her like ice water. “No,” she hissed, stepping closer, her voice low but fierce. “I’ve done everything. Every damn thing. How can you treat me like this?” Sofia chuckled, sharp and cruel. “Maybe you’re just not the right one, Tessa. Maybe I’m the one who can actually give Grayson what he wants.” Grayson smirked. “She’ll give me my heir,” he said, rubbing Sofia’s belly. “You’re nothing but a broken failure.” “How dare you speak to me like this?” Tessa snapped. Sofia stood, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Don’t pretend you were ever enough for him.” Grayson laughed darkly. “You’re dried up, Tessa. You’ve been lying to me the whole time. You can’t bear my heir. No baby is coming. At least not from you.” Her hands balled into fists. “How dare you? I’ve done everything for us. For you.” He smirked. “And look where it got you. Get out of my sight. Just looking at you makes me sick.” Her voice grew sharper, fueled by anger and heartbreak. “You fucking bastard. How can you do this?” she demanded, dragging at his shirt. Before he could reply, the front door swung open. His mother — Eleanor — stepped in, regal and cold, her eyes like daggers aimed at Tessa. “Get your filthy hands off my son. How dare you question him for you not being able to carry his baby? You sterile piece of junk.” Tessa’s breath hitched. “That’s not true.” Eleanor’s lips curled. “I’m not wrong. You’re weak, incapable of giving us what we need.” Sofia leaned in, her voice silky and cruel. “I will give Grayson the heir he deserves. You’re just a broken woman.” “Would you shut up, you home wrecker?” Tessa snapped, lunging at Sofia, rage blazing in her eyes. But Grayson caught her, shoving her backwards. Before she knew it, his hand flew across her face, giving her a burning slap. His mother’s eyes narrowed in approval and Sofia smirked. “Grayson. How dare you? How dare you hit me?” Tessa sniffed. “That’s enough, Tessa. I am done with you. Now get out of my house.” Tears blurred her vision as pain and humiliation washed over her. “Fine. I see who you truly are now. And I never want to have anything to do with you again. I hope this home-wrecker can give you babies.” “Yeah. Yeah. Get out!” He chuckled, brushing her off. Furious and broken, Tessa pulled the crumpled report from her purse. “You think you know everything? You don’t.” She tore it in two, the pieces fluttering in the air before she shoved them into his face. “See that? That’s the truth you refuse to accept.” Grayson sneered, wiping his cheek. “You’re delusional.” She spun away, her heart pounding, tears burning her eyes. The apartment door slammed shut behind her. “Silly girl,” his mother said as Tessa stormed out of the room. “What’s this nonsense now?” Eleanor bent down, her fingers brushing the torn pieces of paper scattered on the floor. Her eyes scanned the shattered report and widened in realization. “Grayson.” A slow, satisfied smile curled her lips. “What is it, Mom?” He turned to face her. “She’s pregnant,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “She really is pregnant.” Sofia narrowed her brows. Her knuckles turned white as Grayson grabbed the piece of paper from his mother’s hand. His eyes scanned the page. His heart thudded in his chest as he saw the pregnancy confirmation. “Go after her,” his mother scowled. “She’s carrying your heir — and that baby will change everything.”No one moved.Salima stayed where she was. Victor's hand rested on the back of the nearest couch. Roman remained standing, arms crossed, feet planted like he was bracing for a storm."I'll stand," Roman said.Bernard nodded slowly. He lowered himself into the chair instead — not out of weakness, but because his legs had started to feel less reliable than he wanted to admit."Five years ago," he began, "I was preparing to leave Eleanor."Salima's breath caught."I had the papers drawn up. I had a plan. I was going to divorce her and come back home to you. Both of you.” He looked at Roman. “No more hiding. No more secrets."He paused, his eyes finding Salima's."I was going to choose you. Finally. Out loud. In front of everyone."The room was silent."But Eleanor found out." Victor's jaw tightened. "Of course she did."Bernard nodded grimly. "She confronted me. Not with tears — with threats. She told me that if I left her, if I humiliated her in front of Atlanta's elite, she would dest
The world stopped and for a moment, Salima didn’t breathe. Her hand remained on the handle, fingers tightening around the metal as if it were the only thing holding her upright.Standing on the other side of the door was Bernard Thorne.Bernard!The man she had mourned. The man she had buried. The man she had lost five years ago. Now standing on her porch like his presence meant nothing.His eyes rested on her face with a strange softness, like five years had not passed at all.“Hello, Salima.”His voice was exactly the same.She couldn’t speak. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She took one slow step back, staring at Bernard like she was looking at something impossible.Roman frowned from the living room. “Mom, is everything okay?”No response. Something in her silence made him straighten.Bernard’s face softened at the sound of Roman’s voice. “Is that him?” He asked. “Is that our son?”Salima still didn't speak. Her eyes were glistening with tears now.Victor moved toward the
The living room was dim. Roman sat alone on the leather couch, a bottle of wine in one hand, a half-full glass on the table in front of him.He wasn't drinking fast. Just slow, measured sips—like he was trying to feel something or not feel something. Even he wasn't sure anymore.The bottle had been full an hour ago.Now it was nearly empty.His phone buzzed against the table.He glanced at it. Tessa.His jaw tightened though his expression did not change.He reached over, declined the call, and set the phone face down before taking another drink.Across the room, Davin and Alec watched in silence."I know he said he's good," Alec murmured, low enough that Roman couldn't hear. "But honestly? I don't think it's true."Davin shook his head slowly. "Yeah. I can see that."He paused, watching Roman pour another glass."This divorce is obviously hard on him," Davin continued. "I've just... I've never seen him like this before."Alec nodded. "True. He really loved Tessa.""He did," Davin agr
The room was too quiet.Tessa sat on the edge of the bed, her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. She wasn't crying anymore. She wasn't doing much of anything really.Her eyes were fixed on the window.Outside, Atlanta blurred past—cars she couldn't hear, people she couldn't see, a city that had stopped making sense hours ago. She watched it all like it belonged to someone else's life.His life.Roman's city. Roman's world. Roman's rules.The memory played behind her eyes without permission. His hand closing around her arm. The way he lifted her off her feet like she weighed nothing. The slam of her body back into the chair. The pen shoved into her trembling fingers.‘Sign it.’ Romam’s voice echoed in her ears. Her throat tightened.‘Sign the fucking papers, Tessa.’A single tear slipped down her cheek. Then another.She wiped them away—slow and mechanical. No sound. No sob. Just the motion.Then she went back to staring.The window didn't change. The city didn't stop.Neithe
The police car rolled to a stop behind the station.Roman barely noticed the building itself. The ride had been silent except for the radio chatter and the faint rattle of the cuffs around his wrists.The back door opened.“Please step out.” The officer said.Roman stepped out without protest. The
Roman stormed down the stairs, gun gripped tight in his bleeding hand. Tessa chased after him, tears streaming, voice breaking.“Roman! Roman please stop!”But he didn’t listen. His shoes slammed against the wood, echoing through the house.“Grayson!” he roared.The name exploded out of him, loud e
The bedroom was quiet now, only the slow rhythm of their breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Roman lay on his back, one arm curled around Tessa, her head resting on his chest. Her fingers traced lazy patterns over his skin, following the rise and fall of each breath.Their clothes
Davin stood rigid in the doorway, fists clenched at his sides. Roman leaned back in his chair, Tessa’s old phone still resting on the table like a silent accusation.“What are you doing here, Davin?” Roman asked, voice calm, almost bored.Davin’s jaw ticked. “What do you mean what am I doing here?






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