เข้าสู่ระบบGrayson’s hand tightened around Tessa’s neck. Her fingers clawed at his wrists, nails digging into his skin, but he still didn’t let go.
Her eyes burned, spilling tears she couldn’t stop. “You’re going to pay, Tessa,” he hissed, his voice low and venomous. “You and that bastard in your belly.” “Get your hands off her!” her father barked, swinging at him. Grayson barely flinched. He shoved her father back onto the bed so hard the rails rattled. “Somebody—” her father’s voice cracked, raw and desperate. “Somebody help! Please! Help us!” The shout tore through the hospital walls. A door down the hall slammed open. Footsteps pounded. Grayson’s hands dropped away like he’d been caught at a crime scene. The door swung open and two nurses rushed in—one shoving between Grayson and Tessa, the other grabbing his arm. “Sir, you need to leave—now!” “I’m not done with her!” Grayson roared, struggling against their hold as more staff appeared. His voice rose into something wild and unhinged. “You hear me, Tessa? You think you can hide from me? Never!” Tessa’s knees buckled, and she caught the side of the bed for balance, the ghost of his grip still burning her throat. Security followed, taller and broader, pinning his arms back. “You think this is over, Tessa?” he shouted. “I’m not done with you. Just wait and see. Wait and see.” He struggled against their hold, shouting over the chaos. “I’m not done with you, you hear me!” Tessa flinched. Heat crawled up her throat, her pulse thundering so loud she couldn’t hear the rest of his threats. They dragged him toward the hallway, his curses echoing off the white walls until they were swallowed by distance. She ran to her father. “Dad, are you okay?” she asked, helping him get onto the bed. His gaze snapped to hers, chest heaving. “Tessa… what’s going on? What was Grayson talking about?” ********** Roman sat in his dimly lit office, nursing another glass of wine. He wasn’t the kind of man to second-guess himself, but Tessa’s calls gnawed at him. He had told her not to bother him unless it concerned the baby. Yet she had called. Twice. He’d let the first call ring out. Declined the second. Now, staring at the phone on his desk, he wondered if he’d been too quick to shut her out. With a quiet curse, he grabbed it and hit redial. But it went straight to voicemail. He tried again—same thing. A sharp unease settled in his gut. What if something had happened? Checking the call location, he saw it had come from a hospital. His brows drew together. Why the hell was she in a hospital? What was going on? He didn’t bother with another drink. He was already on his feet, grabbing his keys. Fifteen minutes later, he was walking through the glass doors of the hospital, scanning for anyone who could answer him. A young nurse at the desk looked up and froze. “Tessa Quinn,” Roman said without wasting time. “She was here earlier.” The nurse hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, she came in with her boyfriend. Her father is admitted here.” His brow arched in shock. So he was right—Tessa was just a gold digger looking for a way out with her pathetic boyfriend. “Are you sure?” Roman pressed. “Her boyfriend?” “Yes, they’ve been here together too many times.” The nurse nodded. “There was… an altercation earlier, but it’s been handled.” Altercation. The word hit him like a slow punch. His mind flashed back to the bruises on her lip, the way she’d lied without hesitation when he’d asked what happened. “Where is she now, what’s her address?” Roman demanded, adjusting the collar of his coat. “I’m sorry, sir. Hospital policy.” He leaned forward, voice dropping. “Do you know who I am? I own half this building, and your boss is a personal friend. Now, before you make me call him, answer the damn question.” Her face turned pale. “She gave us a temporary residence the last time she checked in, so I’m not sure—” “Just give it to me!” Roman snapped, already running out of patience. The nurse glanced around, opened the log book, scribbled an address onto a slip of paper, and slid it across the counter. “Please don’t tell anyone I—” “Relax,” he said, pocketing it. He was already walking out before she finished her sentence. The night air bit at his skin as he stepped out of the hospital, but his mind wasn’t on the cold. It was on that nurse’s words. Boyfriend. What the hell did she mean by “boyfriend”? And was Tessa playing him? Sliding into the back seat of his car, he found Davin waiting, one arm draped over the wheel. “Everything alright, boss?” “No.” Roman shut the door hard enough to make him flinch. “Something’s going on.” Davin’s eyes flicked to the rearview. “Tessa?” “Yeah.” Roman handed him the folded slip of paper. “A nurse just told me she came here with her boyfriend.” His jaw tightened. “And that there was an altercation.” Davin frowned. “Boyfriend? Now that doesn’t sound—” “I don’t give a damn what it sounds like,” Roman cut him off. “I want to know who the hell he is, and why she’s lying to me.” He leaned back, gaze fixed on the narrow streets ahead. “Drive,” he ordered, voice cold. “We’re going to pay Miss Quinn a visit.” Davin didn’t ask another question. The engine growled to life, and the car shot forward into the dark. ********** The living room smelled faintly of chamomile tea and ginger, the kind of calm Gina always surrounded herself with. But nothing in Tessa felt calm. She sat curled on the edge of Gina’s couch, a blanket over her legs, pretending to sip the tea she’d been handed. Her mind was still trapped in those last minutes at the hospital—Grayson’s voice, his grip, the venom in his eyes as they dragged him away. She could still hear him. I’m not done with you… Or that bastard you call a child. A shiver rippled through her. She had lied to her father, saying it was all a misunderstanding, but it wouldn’t be long until he found out the truth. “You’re quiet,” Gina said softly from the armchair across from her. “What’s the matter?” Tessa’s lips parted… but what could she say? That her ex had just threatened her unborn baby in the middle of a hospital? That she was terrified he’d come back? She forced a small smile instead. “It’s nothing, Gina. Just tired.” Gina pressed her lips together, unconvinced, but before she could ask anything more, a firm knock rattled the front door. Gina stood, brushing her hands on her jeans, and went to open it. The moment she did, her voice lifted in caution. “Who are you?” “I’m Roman Blackwood,” the voice said. Tessa’s eyes shot up in surprise. She put the cup of tea down gently, drawing in a deep breath. “I’m here to see Tessa Quinn,” Roman continued, his tone deep and serious. Gina hesitated, glancing back toward her. “Tessa—” Her heart skipped. She rose slowly, every step feeling heavier than the last. When she reached the door, her eyes locked onto his. He wasn’t here to joke. “Roman, what are you doing here?” she asked. He tilted his head like the question insulted him, then spoke. “We need to talk… now.”The Mayback rolled smoothly down the coastal road, the windows open just enough for the cool breeze to sweep in.The car smelled like leather and salt. Like the ghosts of the villa had followed them along.Roman kept one hand on the wheel, and the other resting on the gearshift like he didn’t know what to do with them. His eyes were on the road. He hadn’t let anyone drive them…not this time. Tessa stared out the window, her breath light and soft. She kept replaying last night in her head — the fight, the kiss, the way he said he loved her like it was ripped out of him. Her stomach still flipped every time she remembered it.Ten minutes passed without a word.At the first red light, she moved her hand to the centre console, her palm up.Roman glanced down.He didn’t hesitate; his fingers slid between hers and locked tight like it was the most natural thing in the world.Tessa blinked, she was startled. Not by the touch itself but by how gentle it was. Like everything they’d been thro
Morning came and Roman lay on the couch, asleep. He had drunk. Cursed. Burned papers and seen things he didn’t know were real or not.The phone rang. Once. Twice. But he didn’t hear it.By the third ring, Roman sat up, dragging a hand down his face. He picked up the landline. “Hello.”“Good morning sir.” Davin’s voice came through the phone, crisp and professional.Roman didn’t waste any time, “Get here, now.” He demanded.In what seemed like seconds, Davin knocked on the door, and Roman opened it sharply. His eyes were red in frustration.Davin stood there in his usual black suit, tablet in hand, face unreadable.“Mr Blackwood. Are you okay?” Davin asked.Roman didn’t blink. He turned back into the room.“Do you have any idea Grayson was here?”Davin’s composure flickered. “Excuse me?”“Do you want me to repeat myself, Davin?”“No… I’m just… I don’t know what to say. What do you mean he was here?”Roman stepped forward until they were nose-to-nose.“You told me I was safe. That Tes
The ocean didn’t care that her world had cracked open. Tessa walked until the villa lights were nothing more than a dying glow behind her.The wind whipped her dress against her legs, sharp as slaps. Sand stuck to the soles of her bare feet, then to the tears sliding down her cheeks when she finally let them fall.She kept going until her lungs burned and her calves screamed. Until the only sound was the crash of waves and the ragged pull of her own breath.Then she dropped.Her knees hit the wet sand. Her palms sank in. The tide rushed up, the cold water curling around her wrists like it wanted to drag her under and keep her.And deep down, she wanted it to.She curled forward, her forehead pressed to her knees, arms wrapped tight around herself as if she could hold all the broken pieces together. The baby felt like the only honest thing left inside her.A sob tore out of her throat, raw and ugly.“I love him,” she whispered to the dark water. “God help me, I love him.”The memory of
Roman didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.Grayson’s presence was a poison in the room, but Roman’s eyes were locked on her.“Tessa,” he repeated, voice low and protective. “Come here.”Tessa stood still. Not shaking and not crying.Just… still.Grayson leaned against the railing behind her, hands in his pockets, smirking like this was entertainment.Roman took a step forward.“I said, come h—”“Stop talking to me like you own me.”Tessa’s voice cut through him.Roman froze. Brows slowly drawing together, confusion slicing through the calm.“Tessa,” he said softer, “I don’t know what I’ve done now—”“No.” She stepped toward him. “Of course, you don’t know Roman. You don’t know half of the shit you do. You hide it under ‘protection’ and ‘taking care of me’ and I was stupid enough to believe it.”Grayson’s smile widened, but he said nothing.Roman’s jaw tightened. “What did he tell you?”“Oh, don’t make this about him.” Tessa scoffed. “This is about you.”“It’s about me?” He snap
The villa was quiet. Too quiet. Tessa was alone.Roman has carried his storm elsewhere. Somewhere she didn’t know. Somewhere he didn’t tell her. He had left because being around her was bad for him. She splashed cold water on her face in the bathroom sink, trying to steady her breathing. Roman’s words were still slicing through her chest, but she pushed them aside. One heartbreak at a time.She walked into the living room— and froze.The front door was cracked open. She hadn’t left it that way. Or had Roman come back without her knowing?Her blood went cold.She stepped forward slowly— maybe it was just the wind, she thought.As she closed the door…a shadow fell across her, Tessa gasped.And suddenly— a hand clamped over her mouth.She tried to scream but it never got out.Her back slammed into a broad chest.His scent hit her first — expensive cologne and something darker.“Stop moving.”His voice was low, steady, familiar in the worst way.Grayson.Tessa’s heart tried to claw its w
Five Years Ago“Why are you doing this?” Roman’s voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t demanding.It was just… defeated.Klara stood in front of him, chandelier lights hitting her hair in a way he used to think was beautiful. Now, it just looked cheap. False. Like everything about her.“I just don’t think you’re man enough for me, Roman.”Her tone was dismissive and final.His mouth parted. “Klara—”“Alec treats me better,” she cut in. “In three months he’s done more than you’ve done in three years.”Roman stared. Disbelief. Betrayal. Something deep and ugly was rising in his chest.“So that’s your justification for fucking him?”She didn’t even flinch.“No,” she said coldly. “That’s my justification for leaving.”She stepped closer, eyes narrowing.“Look at you, Roman. You have nothing. You keep holding onto this fantasy that one day you’ll magically ‘be someone.’ But those Thornes don’t claim you. They threw you and your mother out like trash.”He felt the words slice through him. He didn’t







