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The 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.”Roman sat in his car, parked outside his own house.The engine was off. The night was quiet. But inside the car, the only sound was the relentless beep of a call that wouldn't go through.He pulled the phone from his ear and stared at the screen."What the hell Tessa?” He murmured.He had called her seven times today. Fourteen times this week. Dozens of times over the past month.Yet, no response.The line just kept beeping. No ring. No voicemail. Just... nothing.She blocked me.The thought sat in his chest like a stone.He understood things had been difficult between them. He understood she was hurt, angry, confused. But to block him completely? To cut him off without a word?That was more frustrating than he’d like to admit.He groaned and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.His eyes fell on the items beside it — flowers, chocolates, a small velvet box he hadn't touched. Romantic things. Hopeful things. Things he had planned to give her tonight.Now he just looked stupid.He
The sound of Eleanor's heels against the marble floor echoed through the corridor.She had faced many difficult situations before. Boardroom battles. Social scandals. The return of a dead husband. But this — watching her son be led away in shackles while the world watched — this had to be the most humiliating.She put on her dark glasses and continued down the corridor."Eleanor."The voice stopped her cold.She turned.Salima and Roman walked toward her, side by side. Roman's face was unreadable. Salima's was not.Eleanor exhaled sharply. "Salima. Roman." She adjusted her sunglasses. "I believe you are here to gloat."Salima stepped closer, her shoulders high, her chin lifted. The years between them seemed to collapse into a single moment."Do you remember," Salima said quietly, "months ago... in this very courthouse... you stood there after you tried to lock up my son. And you told me that it was just the consequences of his bad decisions?"Eleanor's jaw tightened. She said nothing.
The courtroom was already packed by the time the deputies brought Grayson in.The chains around his wrists rattled softly with each step.For the first time in his life, Grayson Thorne looked small.The expensive suits were gone. The arrogance was harder to maintain in a prison uniform. Bruises still lingered along his jaw from the night of his arrest, and dark circles sat beneath his eyes.A murmur swept through the gallery as he entered.Roman watched silently from the front row.Grayson’s eyes immediately found him.The hatred there was instant.Raw and unfiltered.A deputy guided him toward the defence table.On the opposite side of the courtroom sat Eleanor and Liam.Eleanor looked immaculate as always. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. Perfect posture.But her hands were clenched tightly together in her lap.Liam sat beside her, his expression unreadable.A few seats away sat Bernard.Salima occupied the space between Bernard and Victor.The arrangement hadn’t been planned, but Roma
Roman stood before the mirror, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. His suit was jet black, crisp and expensive. His watch clicked into place — a gift from his father, years ago, before everything fell apart.He barely recognised himself.Not because he looked different. But because he felt lighter than he had in months.It had been four weeks.Four weeks since the fire.Four weeks since Grayson had been dragged away in handcuffs while screaming threats into the night.And now the day had finally arrived.The trial.Grayson would finally face consequences. And Roman could breathe.The door opened behind him."Hi, Mom," Roman said without turning. "Good morning.”Salima stepped into the room, her heels soft against the carpet. She was dressed in a deep navy dress, understated but elegant. Her hair was pinned back. Her face was calm."Good morning," she said. She walked up to him and reached for his tie. "Let me."Roman laughed. “You know I can do that myself.”“Clearly not very well.” Sal
Tessa sat propped against the pillows, her wrists still bandaged, her arms spotted with healing burns. The room smelled like antiseptic and flowers — too many flowers, brought by people who didn't know what else to do.Daniel sat on her left. Her father, Peter, stood by the window. Gina was curled in a chair in the corner, pretending to scroll through her phone but really just watching."How are you feeling?" Daniel asked."I'm fine," Tessa said. "I've said that three times already.""You keep saying it. Doesn't make it true." Daniel said.“Maybe.” She tried to sit up. “But I’m going to be fine.”“You should just have stayed home,” Daniel said. “Told you not to go see Roman. But you wouldn’t listen. Now see where you end up.”Tessa sighed. "Daniel, please. I don't have the energy to fight with you.""Good. Because I'm not going to fight either." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "I'm here to tell you what we've decided."Tessa's eyes narrowed. "We?""Dad and me." Daniel glanced
"When you said fighting fire with fire, I didn't think you meant literally," Alec said as Roman uncapped the gasoline container in front of him.Behind him, Bernard stood still, arms crossed, saying nothing.Alec leaned against a wall, phone in hand, watching but not interfering.Roman didn't look back. He knew what he was doing. He didn't care.Grayson's cars were lined up in a row in the compound — the black Mercedes, the silver Porsche, the matte grey Lamborghini he never drove but loved to show off. Roman had seen them all before. Had listened to Grayson brag about the engines, the custom interiors, the price tags.None of it mattered now.Roman unscrewed the cap and started pouring.The liquid splashed across the hood of the Mercedes, dripped down the windshield, and pooled on the ground. He moved to the Porsche. Then the Lamborghini.The smell was thick, acrid, and familiar.The same smell Grayson had left after he tried to kill Tessa.Roman's jaw tightened.He finished the cont
Davin walked into Roman’s office with a force that said he had done this too many times.Roman looked up the moment the footsteps stopped.“You’re here,” he said calmly.“And you shouldn’t be here,” Davin replied bluntly. “How did Salima even let you out of the house?”Roman leaned back slightly, h
Tessa stepped closer, chest heaving, unable to bring words out of her mouth.Roman set his wineglass down on the side table with a soft clink.“Come on, Tessa. Talk to me.” He smiled gently.“I’m listening.”She opened her mouth. Then closed it.Roman tried for a smile. “You look like hell. You com
Tessa’s hands shook so badly she nearly dropped the phone. She pressed call before she could talk herself out of it.Grayson picked up on the first ring.“Wow,” he said casually. “Didn’t think I’d get the honour of a phone call.”“What kind of human being are you?” Her voice cracked like ice. “You
Roman’s voice cut through the room like a blade.“Step away from my mother.”Raj turned slowly, one eyebrow raised.“Relax, boy. I’m not here for your mother. I came for my wife.”Roman moved closer anyway, placing himself between Raj and the bed where Nandini lay trembling beneath thin hospital







