LOGINWill’s P.O.V.She falls asleep in my arms on the sofa. I always leave her exhausted… and now she needs extra care, rest, and love.God… I still can’t believe she’s pregnant. I’m going to become a father in seven months.With a smile, I place my hand on her stomach. I can’t wait to hold the mini version of my Professor.I really want to share this good news with my friends. They’ve been worried about us too.So I text them to ask them to meet at the club tonight.After a few minutes, I feel movement in my arms as she wakes up.“What are you doing on your phone?” she asks sleepily.“Nothing, my love.” I place my phone on the side table and pull her closer, hugging her tightly as I press a kiss to her forehead.“I’m hungry, baby,” she says in that soft, baby-like voice of hers.No one would believe she’s about to become a mother.“What do you want to eat, ma’am? Today, I’m going to cook for you,” I ask, threading my fingers through her hair as I look into her blue eyes.“Mac and cheese,”
Will’s P.O.V.I don’t remember the last time I felt… this light.We’re sitting in the car, the engine still off, yet neither of us makes a move to leave. It’s like stepping out of this moment would make it disappear.Like this is all a dream.Beside me, she’s glowing, and actually glowing. She hasn’t left her belly for even a second, her fingers gently caressing it like she’s afraid the moment she stops… it’ll all vanish.“I still can’t believe it. Our baby… is still there.” As she says, I turn my head and just… watch her.That shine in her eyes. That life.I can’t stop looking at her. I thought the light in my Professor’s eyes had been snuffed out forever, but here she is, shining brighter than ever. I’ve never been more thankful to God in my entire life.“Oh God…” she laughs, placing her hand more firmly on her belly. “I still can’t believe. You’re still in me, mini me. You came back to Mommy. Now she’ll protect you at any cost.”I place my hand over hers, covering it completely. “D
Iva’s P.O.V.The next morning, I sit on the edge of our bed. I feel weak, but I force a smile as I hear Will’s footsteps. I can't let him see me like this. If I look sick, he’ll take me to that place.I place my hand on my belly. It’s become a habit now. Every morning, I pray for a miracle. I pray to wake up from this nightmare and find that my baby is still there, inside me.The door opens, and my brows narrow as Will walks in, but he’s not alone. A woman in professional attire follows him.“Who is she?” I ask, my voice laced with suspicion.Will walks over and sits in front of me before taking my hands in his. “She’s my friend, Professor. And she is a doctor.” My stomach drops. “No—”“She won’t harm you, I promise. Trust me. She’s just going to examine you right here, in our home.” He blinks reassuringly.My eyes shift to the woman. And suddenly, my breath gets stuck. For a split second… her face blurs. And another face replaces it.That doctor. That room. That moment. My baby was
Will’s P.O.V.Every nerve in my body is screaming. The restriction of the leather, the cold wood of the cross against my back, and the stinging heat of the crop, it’s a sensory overload I never intended to experience from this side. The feeling of helplessness is driving me toward pure insanity. I am a man who commands thousands, a man whose word is law, yet here I am, splayed and shivering under the gaze of the woman I usually break.But despite the fire in my veins and the blow to my ego, I don’t regret it. Not for a single second. When every instinct in me is screaming to break free, to take control, to remind her exactly who I am. But I don’t.Because when I look at her… I see something I haven’t seen in days. Life. Her eyes aren’t distant anymore. They aren’t empty. They aren’t haunted. They’re burning. Focused. Alive.And if I have to walk through this particular hell to keep her from drowning in her grief, I’ll do it gladly. I love her more than my power. I love her more than
Iva’s P.O.V.I can’t believe this is happening.My heart is still racing, but not from the panic that was suffocating me only twenty minutes ago. Will always knows how to pull me out of the darkness.And tonight… he has done something I never imagined he would do.“What's next, Madam?” The word Madam sends a strange shiver through me.He is kneeling in front of me, shirtless, his muscular chest rising and falling with steady breaths. The man who commands the world, the man who owns my body and soul, is waiting for me.I swallow slowly, still trying to process the impossible sight in front of me.It feels surreal, almost dizzying. The man who loves control more than anything… is willingly surrendering it.And I know exactly why.He’s doing something he would never even consider doing… just for me. Just to save me from myself. Just to pull me out of that dark place.My chest tightens for a moment. But then something shifts inside me. A small spark. Confidence. Curiosity. Maybe even… mi
Will’s P.O.V.It’s been a few days since the car session. A few days of pretending things are better.A few days of watching her trying to live normally, even though the panic attacks are tearing her apart from the inside.She smiles. She talks. She even laughs sometimes.But I see through it.I see the way her hands start trembling when certain topics come up. The way she gets lost in her world in the middle of a conversation. And at night… It’s worse.She wakes up gasping, clutching at me like she’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping her above water.It kills me to watch her like that. I want to help her.But I don’t know how.I’ve tried holding her, distracting her by controlling her, punishing her, anything that might pull her mind away from those dark spirals. Sometimes it works for a while.But the panic always finds its way back.Tonight, after dinner, I finally bring it up.“Iva,” I say carefully, sitting beside her on the sofa. “Maybe we should talk to a doctor.”She
Will’s P.O.V. Watching her sink to her knees is a sight I will never tire of. One moment she’s the intellectual Professor Iva, the woman who just conquered an interview at a prestigious college, and the next, she’s mine. Completely.The rose gold leash hangs from her throat. So fucking hot. "Now
Will’s P.O.V.The moment we step into the gallery, I feel her nails dig into my arm. She’s holding me so tight and her body is trembling though she tries to look composed. I smirk. No one here knows what’s happening beneath that innocent little dress of hers. Only I do.That’s what makes this puni
Will’s P.O.V.The fourth beer can hits the floor with a dull clink, joining the others scattered around my room. The smell of alcohol stays heavy in the air. My head leans back against the headboard of the bed, my eyes staring at the ceiling but seeing only one thing, Iva. God! Her stupid plan.I
Iva’s P.O.V.After the interview, Will brings me to his place. The air in the apartment feels different today. For weeks, it has been heavy with the silence of unread emails and the shame of being unemployable. Every time I looked in the mirror, I saw a woman who had lost her footing.But tonight,







