로그인Damien POV“What if I have to say yes?” Evelyn whispered brokenly against my chest, her voice cracking with raw despair. “What if I have to marry him… to save our baby?”The words sliced through me like shards of glass. I held her tighter, my arms wrapped around her trembling body as if I could physically shield her from the nightmare Leo had created. Her tears soaked through my shirt, hot and endless. I felt every single one of them like a fresh wound to my soul.“No,” I said fiercely, my voice low but absolute. “Over my dead body, Evelyn. You will not marry him. You will not sacrifice yourself like that. I will find a way. I swear on my life — on Aveillie’s life, on our unborn child’s life — I will find a way to save you and our baby without giving that monster a single thing he wants.”She looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen from crying. “But the doctors said less than 48 hours, Damien. Our baby… I can feel myself getting weaker
Evelyn POVThe hospital room felt colder than usual.I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand resting protectively over my stomach. The monitor beside me beeped steadily, tracking my rising INR levels. Damien stood by the window, staring out into the night, his shoulders tense. He hadn’t slept properly in days. None of us had.My phone rang.The number was unknown, but something in my gut told me exactly who it was. I answered, putting it on speaker so Damien could hear.“Evelyn,” Leo’s voice came through — calm, almost gentle, like the old friend I used to trust. “How are you feeling today?”I gripped the phone tighter. “What do you want, Leo?”He chuckled softly. “Straight to the point. I’ve always admired that about you. You have 48 hours, Evelyn. Divorce Damien. Sign over full ownership of the company to me. And agree to marry me. Do that, and I’ll personally deliver the antidote to your hospital room.”
Charles POVI hadn’t slept properly in days.Every night, I drove around the city, checking places Ayla used to mention —the quiet café near the river where she liked to read, even the old park bench where she said she felt safest. I went visiting to Ivana place, but they both weren't home. I called every contact I had. I checked hotels, hospitals, and even her father’s properties. Nothing.Ayla was gone.She had disappeared after the hospital, slipping away without a word, without a trace. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face in that waiting room, distant, broken, refusing to even look at me. My confession, my love, my proposal to stand by her… it all seemed to mean nothing.I sat in my car outside a small diner, staring at my phone screen. No new messages. No missed calls from unknown numbers. Just silence.My chest felt heavy. “Where are you, Ayla?” I whispered to myself. “I told you I’d wait. I told you I’d
Damien POVThe drive to the hospital was tense. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat, her hand resting protectively over her still-flat stomach. I kept one hand on the wheel and the other intertwined with hers, squeezing gently every few minutes.“Everything is going to be okay, Evie,” I said softly, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “We’re going to get answers. Our baby is strong, just like his mother.”She gave me a small smile, but her eyes were filled with worry. “I keep thinking about Leo’s note. ‘Weaker every day.’ What if he’s been poisoning me this whole time? What if I’ve been hurting our baby without knowing?”I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it. “Hey, look at me. You did nothing wrong. You were trying to take care of our child. If anyone is responsible, it’s that bastard. But right now, I need you to breathe. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”When we arrived at the hospital, Dr. Mensah met us immed
Evelyn POV Three days had passed since that terrifying morning with Leo’s call. The house felt peaceful again. Aveillie was adjusting beautifully to her new room, waking us up every morning with giggles and demands for “Daddy’s special pancakes.” Damien had been incredibly attentive — always touching my belly gently, whispering sweet things to me at night, and making love to me like he was afraid I might disappear. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when my phone rang. Sophia’s name flashed on the screen. I answered with a video call, smiling as her face appeared. “Hey, future Mrs. Julian!” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows. “How’s the wedding planning going? Have you picked the dress yet, or are you still making poor Julian suffer through hundreds of options?” Sophia laughed loudly on the other end. “Girl, please! This man has zero taste. Yesterday he said the ivory gown looked ‘fine.’ Fine?! I almost cancelled the w
Damien POVMorning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across our bedroom. I lay on my back, Evelyn curled against my chest, her leg draped over mine. Her breathing was slow and peaceful, her fingers resting lightly on my stomach. After last night’s passionate reunion, we had fallen asleep tangled in each other, exhausted but deeply satisfied.I stroked her bare back gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She stirred, humming softly as she woke up.“Good morning, my love,” I whispered, tilting her chin up to kiss her properly.“Mmm… good morning,” she murmured against my lips, smiling sleepily. “Last night was… everything I needed. I feel like I’m finally home.”“You are home,” I replied, deepening the kiss. My hand slid down her side, cupping her hip. “I could wake up like this every single day for the rest of my life.”Evelyn laughed softly, her fingers tracing patterns on
(Damien’s POV)“Finally, you’ve lost it. I’m serious this time — I need to book you into a psychiatric ward, because I cannot keep calling myself friends with a lunatic.There’s no other explanation for this level of strategic suicide.”Charles’ voice came at me before the door had even closed. He
Evelyn povI dressed up for work and took one of Damien’s cars, the one with mirror tint. I was meeting Sophia at a café near the estate.She was already waiting when I walked in. We hugged tight.“Look at you,” she teased. “Rolling up in Damien’s car like a mafia wife. Should I start calling you M
Damien’s POVI woke up with a deep smile still resting on my face, my arms wrapped around the soft warmth beside me. For a few seconds I stayed like that, half lost in sleep, enjoying the quiet comfort of the morning. The early sunlight was slipping through the curtains, the soft glow spreading acr
Evelyn’s POVHis mouth crashed back onto mine.This kiss was hungrier than the last. Tongues tangled immediately, no preamble, no teasing. Just raw need. I tasted myself on his lips from where he had licked and sucked at my skin earlier, and the thought made heat flood my core all over again.He ki







