LOGIN**Chapter 77: The Business Witch**The smear campaign began with surgical precision.By morning, every major tabloid and gossip site carried the same carefully leaked narrative: *“Isla Harper: Unfit Mother or Gold-Digging Homewrecker?”* Anonymous “sources close to the Voss family” painted me as emotionally unstable, manipulative, and using the pregnancy to trap Damien. They dredged up old photos of me with Alex, twisted therapy notes from the custody hearings, and even screenshots of bitter texts I’d sent months ago when everything first fell apart.Then came the deeper cuts.A “leaked” medical report suggested my stress levels were endangering the baby. Another article claimed I had demanded millions in a prenup. Social media exploded with coordinated hate—thousands of comments calling me a whore, a parasite, a danger to the Voss bloodline. Lilith Voss didn’t do anything as crude as speak my name publicly. She simply funded the machine and smiled
**Chapter 76: New Rival**The ultrasound gel was still cool on my skin when Victor Kane delivered the next blow.I lay on the examination table in the private clinic, thirty-three weeks pregnant, my belly glistening under the lights as the technician printed out fresh 3D images of our son—strong heartbeat, perfect profile, already weighing over five pounds. Damien held my hand, thumb stroking my knuckles, when Victor walked in without knocking, tablet in hand and face grim.“We have a new problem,” Victor said, glancing at the monitor where our baby’s face filled the screen. “A bigger one than Selena.”Damien’s jaw tightened. “Speak.”“Lilith Voss.”I sat up slowly, pulling the paper sheet over my belly. “Voss? Is she family?”“No blood relation,” Victor explained. “She took the name legally three years ago after marrying and divorcing one of Damien’s distant cousins. Smart move. It gives her credibility in certain circl
**Chapter 75: Second Shadow**The press conference played on every screen in the penthouse.I stood frozen in the living room in one of Damien’s oversized button-down shirts, my hand cradling the heavy swell of my thirty-two-week belly, while Selena Drake’s face filled the television. She looked radiant—flawless makeup, soft lighting, one hand resting meaningfully over her still-flat stomach.“I never wanted it to come to this,” she said, voice trembling with practiced vulnerability. “But Damien Voss deserves to know he’s going to be a father again. I’m eight weeks pregnant. And despite what the tabloids say about his engagement to that girl… I believe our child deserves a chance at a real family.”The headline ticker screamed: **DAMIEN VOSS BABY MAMA WAR EXPLODES — TWO PREGNANCIES, ONE EMPIRE.**My stomach twisted violently. Our son kicked hard, as if protesting the chaos his father had dragged us into again.Damien stood behind
**Chapter 74: Past Sins**The silence in the penthouse was heavier than the city skyline pressing against the windows. I sat on the edge of our bed in my silk robe, the emerald gala gown discarded in a heap on the floor like a shed skin. My hands rested protectively over my thirty-one-week belly, feeling the steady kicks of our son, while Damien stood across from me, still in his tuxedo pants and unbuttoned dress shirt.“Tell me about her.” My voice came out quieter than I intended, but the demand was clear. “No more half-truths, Damien. No more ‘it was a long time ago.’ I want everything. Tonight.”He watched me for a long moment, dark eyes unreadable. Then he exhaled slowly and loosened his tie completely, tossing it aside.“Selena wasn’t just a submissive,” he said finally, voice low. “She was my partner in more ways than one. Business first. She helped broker the Asian expansion three years ago. Sharp. Ruthless. Unafraid of my darkness.” He pa
**Chapter 73: The Ghost**The gala was a glittering cage of crystal chandeliers and whispered power plays. Voss Enterprises’ annual charity ball filled the grand ballroom of the city’s most exclusive hotel, every corner dripping with old money and sharper ambitions. I stood beside Damien in a custom emerald-green maternity gown that flowed elegantly over my thirty-one-week belly, the diamond on my finger catching every light. I should have felt untouchable. Instead, I felt like prey.“You’re breathtaking tonight,” Damien murmured, his large hand resting possessively on my lower back. His thumb stroked slow circles over the silk, right above the curve of my ass. “Every man here wishes he could touch what’s mine.”I leaned into him, drawing strength from his solid presence. After the dirty money confrontation and the intense makeup sex that followed, we’d existed in a fragile truce. He’d been attentive, almost tender. But the shadow of Selena
**Chapter 72: Dirty Money**I waited until morning.The penthouse was bathed in soft gray light when Damien stepped out of the shower, towel slung low around his hips, water still glistening on his sculpted chest. He looked every inch the powerful man who owned half this city. My future husband. The father of my child.And a liar.I stood in the middle of the bedroom in my silk robe, his phone clutched in my hand like a weapon. My belly felt heavier than ever at thirty weeks—our son pressing down as if he, too, was tired of the secrets.Damien’s sharp eyes flicked to the phone, then to my face. He stilled.“Isla.”“Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars.” My voice shook but didn’t break. “To Selena Drake. One week ago. Right around the time that video conveniently surfaced.”He didn’t flinch. Instead, he walked toward me slowly, deliberately, the way one approaches a cornered animal. “Give me the phone, little
Chapter 59:Old PatternsNatalie’s words refused to leave me.They followed me back to the penthouse that night, echoed through my shower, and settled heavy in my chest as I lay beside Damien while he slept. His arm was draped possessively over my growing bump, his breathing deep and steady. He look
Chapter 58:The AssistantJealousy was a new poison in my veins.I couldn’t stop thinking about her — Natalie. The way she leaned over Damien’s desk, her hand lingering on his forearm, that polished, confident smile. She was everything I wasn’t right now: sleek, put-together, not carrying visible pr
Chapter 57:Cold ShoulderThe silence was worse than any argument.Three days had passed since our fight, and Damien had become a ghost in his own penthouse. He left before I woke up and returned long after I’d gone to bed. When he was home, he was polite. Distant. He checke
Chapter 55:Public ScandalThe storm hit like a tsunami.By morning, the news had exploded across every major outlet. “Voss Family Heirloom: Billionaire’s Pregnant Mistress Carries His Grandchild?” The headlines were vicious, sensational, and relentless. Photos from the hosp







