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.”The article was still open on her laptop at eleven that night.Tessa sat cross-legged on her bed, the screen glowing in front of her, and read it properly this time, line by line, the way she read everything at work.Roman Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Hotels, has been shortlisted for Businessman of the Year 2026 after a year of unmatched growth.Expansion into three new cities. A flagship property in Chicago. A quote from an industry analyst calling him the most disciplined operator in luxury hospitality. Beneath the headline, the photograph she had been avoiding: black suit, level gaze, not a trace of warmth.She scrolled down to the last paragraph.Blackwood declined to comment on his personal life.Tessa's mouth twisted.She read the whole thing again. Then once more, looking for anything she had missed, a name, a hint, a reason it should matter to her. There was nothing. It was just an article about a man who had built an empire and had apparently never lost anything.She closed th
The wine was his third glass, and the cigarette was his fourth.Roman sat in the dark of the living room with one leg stretched out, the glass dangling from his fingers and smoke curling toward a ceiling he couldn't see. He had not smoked in years. He had started the winter after the divorce again, quietly, in rooms where no one could see, and he had never told anyone. Alec would have had a lot to say about it. He took a drag and let it out slowly.Today’s events replayed in his head. He had yelled at Sabrina. And the memory sat heavy in his chest.She had been somewhere she wasn't permitted. She had overstepped. She had stood in the one room in his hotel he had kept shut for over a year and said it felt like someone had died there.He had every right to be angry. But none of it explained why her face kept coming back to him.He didn't understand why it bothered him.He took another drink and sat in the dark for longer. The knock came at half past ten.Roman exhaled before moving t
Sabrina sat in her office long after everyone else had gone.The lights in the corridor were dimmed. The hotel was quiet. She could hear her own breathing, the faint hum of the building settling into night.She packed her things slowly. Laptop. Folder. The half-empty coffee cup she'd forgotten about hours ago. Her hands moved automatically, but her mind was somewhere else entirely.Roman's voice echoed in her head. The way he had looked and spoken to her like she was nothing. Like two good weeks meant nothing.She walked out of her office and down the corridor toward the elevator.Halfway to the lobby, she saw them.Olivia stood by the reception desk with her bag and tablet. Roman was beside her, jacket over his shoulder, reading something on her screen. They were speaking quietly.Sabrina slowed.She could have turned down another corridor. She almost did. Then she straightened her shoulders and kept walking."Olivia."Olivia looked up. "Sabrina.""I'm leaving. Good night." Sabrina s
Two weeks at Lockwood & Co. had taught Tessa three things.The first was that the coffee on the fourteenth floor was better than the coffee on the twelfth, and no one would tell her why.The second was that Garrett Lockwood did not believe in the phrase good enough. He believed in do it again, sharper this time, and I want it by five.The third was that Tessa Quinn, after a year of believing she had nothing left to give, was actually good at this.She had started to learn the rhythm of the place. The morning stand-ups. The way the senior team argued without raising their voices. The unspoken hierarchy of who spoke first and who spoke last. She had made mistakes — a client name spelt wrong in a draft, a meeting time she'd written down incorrectly — but she had owned them, fixed them, and not made them twice.By the end of her second week, people had stopped calling her the new one. That morning, she sat in the boardroom with a notebook open in front of her and her heart beating a litt
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