FAZER LOGINDr. Trevor knew he had to respect her decision. He understood the immense, crushing weight of the battles she was fighting entirely on her own—the hidden demons, the suffocating regrets, and the fragile sparks of joy she tried so desperately to protect. At the end of the day, this pregnancy belonged to her alone. Whichever side the DNA test eventually fell on, it was her exclusive right to choose whether to keep or terminate. Neither David nor Ryan had any moral say in the matter.In the span of the last twenty-four hours, someone had violently tried to murder her child, and now another man stood outside waiting to see it. It had to be entirely on her terms. Even though David was fighting tooth and nail for her love, she refused to let his presence cloud her judgment or force her hand before she was ready."Okay, Vale, I respect your decision," Dr. Trevor said softly. "Do you want David to come in and see you first, or do you want to see your child first?"That simple question trigger
The medical team worked with relentless, clinical precision to stabilize Miss Vale. Every baseline test was run, every vital sign was monitored, and her soaring body temperature—dangerously spiked by the harsh chemical sedative Ryan had used during her abduction—finally began to cool. Her system was aggressively rehydrated, and Ryan’s blood smoothly coursed through her veins, completing the emergency transfusion.Standing beside the bed, Dr. Trevor stared down at her sleeping form, caught in a complex web of thoughts.After all, Ryan is a part of her, Dr. Trevor thought grimly. He may be an unhinged criminal tearing both of their lives apart, but right now, his blood acts like an antidote.It was a haunting realization. Every single time Ryan’s blood pumped into Miss Vale’s system, her frantic energy settled and her crashing vitals stabilized. There was no rejection, no adverse reaction; his blood synced with hers with eerie perfection. Whenever her body threatened to shut down, Ryan’
"Aren't you gonna pick that up?" Dr. Trevor asked, nodding toward the phone still buzzing violently in Carol’s hand."I don't know what to say... maybe just say vale was dropped in front of the hospital," Dr. Trevor joked grimly, trying to inject a sliver of dark humor into the heavy air."Actually... that's not a bad idea. That might just work," Carol joked back, a tense, exhausted smile touching her lips as she watched the medical team wheel Miss Vale’s gurney toward her secure private suite.Behind them, two heavy-set security guards hauled a bound, gagged, and struggling Ryan away down the subterranean corridor, while Dr. Mathews was dragged off right alongside him for a brutal, unsparing interrogation.Taking a deep, grounding breath, Carol swiped her thumb across the screen and pressed the phone to her ear."David!" she blurted out before he could speak, leaning heavily on the pre-planned cover story. "We found Vale! An anonymous tip called my phone, and I immediately alerted o
"Please... Dr. Trevor, please save me! I don't want to lose this baby!"Miss Vale’s agonized screams echoed off the metal walls of the speeding ambulance as the vehicle rocketed through the dark Nairobi streets. She could feel the warm, heavy blood oozing continuously beneath her, soaking straight through the trauma sheets. The physical pain was blinding, but the psychological terror of losing the child was driving her completely insane.I need this pregnancy now more than anything else, she thought, her fingers clawing desperately at the gurney mattress as a severe, agonizing false miscarriage wracked her body. I have gone through too much hell for this child. I will fight to make sure it survives—because when it does, it will stand as a permanent, living reminder to Ryan of the monster he tried to be.In the frantic chaos of the medical bay, Dr. Trevor was drowning in raw panic. The blood pressure monitors were shrieking in a relentless, deafening alarm. Needing to know the exact st
With a final, forced spasm of her throat, Miss Vale mimicked the physical motion of swallowing, her eyes squeezed shut as tears tracked through the water on her cheeks.Dr. Mathews pulled back, his hand dropping away from her jaw. He wiped his damp glove against his trousers and looked up at Ryan with clinical satisfaction. "She's taken them. The active agents will dissolve into her bloodstream within fifteen minutes. The process has begun."Ryan stared down at her, his chest heaving with a sick, toxic mixture of victory and grief. He reached out, gently brushing a damp lock of hair away from her forehead. "I'm sorry, love," he whispered softly, his voice trembling. "It had to be done. We'll be safe now. Both of us."He turned away, gesturing for the doctor to pack his briefcase. "Let's give her some space to let it work. Come on."As Ryan and Dr. Mathews turned their backs and walked toward the bedroom door, Miss Vale’s eyes snapped open. Her mouth tasted of bitter chalk. With every
Ryan pushed the door open, his eyes wild with a sudden wave of frantic panic. He had returned early, driven back by an unbearable, clawing anxiety that Miss Vale might have collapsed while left alone. Slipping into the bedroom, the eerie silence chilled his blood. "Vale?" he called out, his voice cracking. He rushed toward the corner of the room, following the low, continuous trickle of running water into the master bathroom. There, sitting half-naked on the freezing tile floor, soaked to the skin under the icy blast of the shower, was Miss Vale. She was shivering uncontrollably, her skin ghostly pale and burning hot, looking like a broken shell. "Oh God... Vale! What are you doing to yourself?!" Ryan cried out, lunging forward to turn off the water taps. He threw himself down onto the cold tiles beside her, lifting her shivering, drenched body into his arms and pulling her tightly against his chest. Tears of pure, unhinged devotion spilled from his eyes as he cradled her head, ki







