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Hailey's POV Pregnant. I stared at the two pink lines until they blurred into one. The test dropped to the counter as my legs gave out, shaking so much I could barely hold anything. I gripped the sink, my knuckles turned white, stared at my reflection.A baby. Our baby.I pressed a hand to my still flat stomach, and for the first time in weeks I felt something other than the constant ache of being the second-best. Maybe this was the universe way of throwing me a lifeline. Maybe this would make Floyd finally see me, actually see me.Maybe love could grow where contracts were planted. I grabbed my phone to dial his number, but no, this deserved more than a text. This was a kind of news that needed to be told face-to-face. I found him in his study exactly where I knew he would be. He didn't look up when I entered, just kept signing documents with that same focus that made me feel safe.Now it made me feel invisible."We need to talk." My voice came out steadier than I felt.He set

Chapter 3 Hailey's POV I straighten, and that's when I saw it, the spectacle I'd been avoiding.Black umbrellas stretched across the hilltop, designer fabrics were held by gloved hands. Polished shoes that cost more than my car sank into grass, it was so perfect it looked almost unreal. They were cameras lined the iron gates, capturing every tear, every hug, every calculated moment of public mourning.Cyrus Ramsey funeral wasn't a service. It was more of a coronation in reverse.The casket sat under the white roses, thousands of them. A string quartet played something I couldn't recognize. At the front, his widow held a black handkerchief to her face, her shoulders where shaking with perfectly timed sobs. She didn't know me, and I was sure she didn't know I existed."Ms. Ramsey?" A woman with gray suite appeared besides me. She had sharp features and eyes."I'm Georgina Cruz. We spoke on the phone." She extended a hand. "Thank you for coming.""I almost didn't." I shook her hand br

Hailey's POV "Ms. Ramsey." Denison, the CFO, leaned forward with a smile that was clearly for show. "With all due respect, you have zero experience running a corporation of this magnitude. Ramsey Industries employs over fifty thousand people globally. Our shatehol are.... concerned." "Concerned about what, exactly?" I forced my voice to stay steady even though my hands were shaking under the table. "About stability.' Valeria, the VP of Operations, spoke. "The media attention surrounding your inheritance has tanked our stock. Down by twenty percent in the past seventy-two hours." "That's hardly my fault..." My voice was rose slightly. "Isn't it?" Denison slid a table across the table. The screen showed a gossip site, the headline screaming: BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS'S SECRET CHILD, WHO'S THE FATHER? My stomach dropped through the floor. "Your personal life is now very public," Denison continued. "And it's affecting our business. Major clients are reconsidering contracts. Board

Hailey's POV The dress was basically a weapon disguised as fashion. I stood in front of the floor-length mirror, staring at the girl I barely recognized. It clung and flowed in the right places. The neckline gave class without revealing too much, My hair was pinned up in some insane updo, diamond clips flashing like tiny spotlights every time I moved. My makeup looked clean and expensive. I looked like a woman in love. I looked like a liar. "It's time, Ms. Ramsey." Maxwell's assistant appeared in the doorway. " The guests are seated." Three hundred guests. Celebrities. Business moguls. Every major player in our world, all gathered to witness the spectacle of the year. Billionaire heiress marries her late father's protege in whirlwind romance. The headlines had been writing themselves for three days. I took a deep breath and stepped into the role. I walked down the aisle alone. No father to give me away. Just me and three hundred witnesses watching my second marriage in si

Hailey's POV The penthouse felt too quiet after the chaos. I stood in the foyer, still in my wedding dress, exhaustion weighing down every bone in my body. The reception had lasted hours after the confrontation with Floyd. Endless rounds of fake smiles, forced laughter. Maxwell's hands on me constantly while I pretended not to notice. "Take it off." Maxwell's voice came from behind me. I turned. He'd already removed his jacket and tie, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to the forearms. He looked so hot even half-undressed. "Excuse me?" "The dress." He nodded toward the hallway. "The bedroom is the second door. Susan unpacked your things earlier." I walked down the hallway, my train flowing against the marble floor. The room was massive, king-sized bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, a closet bigger than my old apartment. My clothes hung beside designer pieces I definitely hadn't owned before. I unzipped the dress with shaking hands, letting i