تسجيل الدخول**Chapter 70: The Video**
The ring on my finger felt like both a promise and a chain.I hadn’t slept. After the beautiful proposal on the terrace, after Damien had made love to me under the stars and whispered that I was going to be his wife, the video had shattered everything. I lay curled on my side in our bed at twenty-eight weeks pregnant, one hand resting on the gentle swell of my belly, the other clutching my phone like it was poisoned.Damien slept beside me,**Chapter 80: The Master Plan**The warehouse lights buzzed overhead like dying insects. The smell of gunpowder, saltwater, and rust hung thick in the air, choking me as another contraction rippled across my belly. Thirty-four weeks. Too early. But nothing about this night was going according to plan.Damien knelt in front of me on the dirty concrete, his expensive coat smeared with dust and a streak of someone else’s blood. His hands hovered near my belly like he was afraid to touch me. For the first time since I’d known him, Damien Voss looked truly afraid.“Isla,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “Look at me.”I couldn’t. My eyes were fixed on Marcus Hale, who was being zip-tied by Damien’s security team. Even now, Marcus was smiling through bloody teeth, like a man who knew he’d already won.“Tell her, Voss,” Marcus taunted. “Tell your precious good girl the *full* truth. No more half-confessions. No more convenient omissions.”Mia w
**Chapter 79: Hostage**My heart hammered so violently I could feel it in my throat.Mia.Marcus Hale had my best friend. The woman who had held my hand through every breakdown, every scandal, every time I questioned whether loving Damien would destroy me. And now she was paying the price for standing by me.“You are not going.” Damien’s voice was pure steel as he blocked the bedroom doorway. His eyes blazed with fury and fear—the kind of lethal combination that made lesser men tremble. “Victor is already coordinating with my security team. We will get her back. But you are thirty-four weeks pregnant with my son. You are staying right here where I can protect you.”I stood in front of him, hands trembling as I clutched my phone. Marcus had sent a new message: a photo of Mia tied to a chair in what looked like an abandoned warehouse, a gag in her mouth, terror in her eyes. The timestamp was minutes ago.*Come alone, Isla. One hour
**Chapter 78: Double Betrayal**I couldn’t hold it in any longer.The photos burned a hole through my phone and straight into my chest. I waited until morning when Damien was in his home office, sleeves rolled up, commanding his empire like the ruthless king he was. Our son was kicking restlessly at thirty-four weeks, as if he could sense the storm brewing inside me.I walked in without knocking, phone clutched in my hand like evidence in a trial.“Explain this.”I dropped the phone on his desk. The screen lit up with the photos: Damien and Lilith on the rooftop lounge. Her hand on his arm. Their faces inches apart. Her slipping something into his pocket.Damien picked up the phone slowly. His expression didn’t change at first—cold, calculating. Then his eyes lifted to mine, dark and stormy.“Where did you get these?”“Does it matter?” My voice cracked. “You told me she was nothing. That you rejected her complet
**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 15: Broken PromisesThe car hadn’t even pulled away from the curb when Alex stepped directly into its path.“Stop!” he shouted, voice raw. “Isla, please!”Damien’s driver slammed on the brakes. My heart lurched. Damien’s hand tightened on my thigh, his grip bord
Chapter 14: Old EnemyI hadn’t been back to my apartment in days.Damien had insisted I stay at the penthouse after Elena’s call, and honestly, I hadn’t fought him. The thought of returning to my small, lonely space after everything that had happened felt wrong. But I needed clo
Chapter 12: The Ex-WifeThe silence after Damien hung up on Elena felt heavier than it should have.I was still lying on top of him, our bodies pressed together, his release slowly leaking down my thighs. My heart was racing for an entirely different reason now. The venom i
Chapter 11: Two LinesMy hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I stood in the luxurious marble bathroom of Damien’s penthouse, staring at the unopened pregnancy test box like it was a loaded gun. The ache between my thighs from last night was a constant, filthy reminder of ever







