INICIAR SESIÓNNILAH’S POVThe delivery room was filled with the steady, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor.The lights had been dimmed, casting a soft, warm glow over the quiet space. The pain had completely changed over the last hour. It was no longer a sharp cramp; it was a heavy, crushing pressure low in my pelvis that made my entire body tremble with exhaustion.Sweat was dripping down my forehead, soaking the stray dark hairs around my face and neck.Darien had not moved from my side for a single second. He was down on his knees beside the hospital bed, his broad frame bent over as he held my right hand in both of his massive palms. His knuckles were pale from how tightly I was squeezing him, but he did not complain once."You are doing so well, my love," Darien whispered, his deep voice trembling with a soft, raw emotion I had never heard from him before. "You are so strong, Nilah. So brave."He reached up with a damp, cool cloth, gently wiping the sweat from my cheeks and temple. His fier
NILAHThe penthouse was quiet on Friday evening. I was sitting on the broad leather sofa in the living room, wearing an oversized grey sweater and loose cotton pants. My feet were resting on a soft stool because my ankles were swollen from the pregnancy.Darien was sitting at the wooden dining table behind me, working on his laptop. He had three black folders open in front of him, reading through business reports.My due date was still two weeks away, so we thought we had plenty of time.At seven o'clock, I stood up from the sofa to get a glass of water from the kitchen. The moment my feet hit the floor, a sharp, tight pain squeezed my lower belly.I froze, holding my breath. I waited five seconds, expecting the pain to pass like the normal braxton hicks contractions I had felt all week.Instead, a warm wave of fluid spilled down the inside of my legs, soaking my cotton pants and dripping onto the light carpet.My water had broken."Darien," I called out softly.He did not look up fro
NILAHI backed away slowly, my heels digging into the thick white rug.My hand pressed flat against my rounded bump, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs. The room was dark, lit only by the cold, blue light of the Milan skyline through the broad glass windows."Who are you?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady despite the terror rising in my chest.The man in the grey suit stepped further into the living room. He was tall, thin, with slicked-back dark hair and cold brown eyes that swept over my body with a calm, calculating look. He didn't raise his gun at me. He just held it loosely at his side as if he were taking a quiet midnight stroll."My name is Julian," the man said softly, his voice smooth and lacking any warmth. "I am an old business associate of your husband. A partner he thought he buried five years ago in Geneva.""Darien is not here," I said, taking another small step back toward the kitchen island, where I knew a heavy marble knife block was sitti
NILAHThe warm air in the bedroom instantly turned ice-cold.Darien was out of bed before Marko could take another breath. In one swift, fluid motion, he pulled on his dark trousers, standing tall between the open doorway and where I lay wrapped in the silk sheets. His face had completely changed. The soft warmth from minutes ago was gone, replaced by the dangerous, calculating look of a man about to go to war."Who breached it?" Darien demanded, his voice low, sharp, and terrifyingly calm."A strike team of six," Marko reported, holding up his tablet with a hand that trembled slightly. "They bypassed the outer perimeter sensors at the west ridge of the vineyard fifteen minutes ago. Local security engaged them near the stone cottage, but two made it inside the main house.""Were any of my men killed?""Two wounded, boss. None dead. We locked down the inner perimeter, but they were looking for documents, not a fight. They set fire to the ground floor before retreating into the hills."
NILAHHe slid his heavy thigh over my hip, pulling me closer until there was no air left between us. His body was already warm, hard, and tense against mine again. I could feel his cock pressing against the curve of my ass, thick and heavy, already hardening again."Darien," I breathed out, feeling his heat pressing directly against the lower curve of my back. "We just...""I know what we just did," Darien interrupted, his hand moving slowly up my belly, over the rounded curve of my bump, to cup my heavy, sensitive breast. His thumb lightly stroked over the peak through the soft silk, making my breath hitch instantly. My nipple tightened beneath his touch, hardening into a aching peak. "And I know I haven't had enough of you."He shifted his weight, turning me gently onto my back. The dim city lights through the glass windows lit the sharp lines of his face, highlighting the raw, dark hunger in his gray eyes. His pupils were blown wide, his jaw tight with desire. I could see the pulse
NILAHA week later, the private jet touched down smoothly on the runway in Milan.The three weeks in Tuscany had passed like a quiet, sun-filled dream, but it was time to come home. Through the oval window of the plane, I could see our convoy of four black armored SUVs waiting on the tarmac, surrounded by eight armed security guards in crisp black suits.Darien unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up, and held out his hand to me. I took it, letting him pull me up gently from the broad leather seat.My bump was noticeably larger now, round and prominent under my fitted white jersey dress. As I stood up, the light fabric stretched over my curves, highlighting the fullness of my breasts and the soft wideness of my hips.Darien’s gray eyes darkened as his gaze swept down my body. He didn't say a word, but his hand tightened around mine, pulling me so close that my belly pressed right against his flat stomach."Are you tired from the flight?" he asked, his voice lower and rasper than usual."It w
NILAHThe silence in the grand ballroom was loud, it felt heavier than the rain that had ruined my car hours ago, making my head spin as I tried to process what my father had just blurted out from the podium.Hundreds of eyes shifted from my father, following his proud gaze, until they locked direc
Nilah povAt exactly five the dress arrived.I stood in my childhood bedroom staring at it for a full minute before I even dared to touch it.Midnight blue, floor length with a neckline that dipped just low enough to say ‘I know exactly what I’m doing’ and a slit that climbed too high up on one thi
Nilah’s povWhat the hell had I done?I sat in my car, staring at the mansion I had once called home, the perfectly trimmed garden stretched towards a fountain. Everything was just as I had remembered.Beautiful, warm, and inviting.My phone buzzed with a text from a number I didn't recognize. “The
Darien’s povThe Bentley’s engine purred as I drove through the rain-slicked street, and my phone buzzed for the umpteenth time in less than five minutes. I knew it was my mother no doubt, definitely calling to remind me about her ‘wonderful opportunity’ dinner she had arranged next week.“Don’t th







