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Victoria Harper

Daniel wasn’t alone in his office.

He was buried inside his assistant — right there, on his campaign desk.

His assistant was bent over the desk, his hands all over her, his lips on her neck.

The same man who called me a whore, who refused to touch me, who demanded I kill my baby for his elections was fucking his assistant like I didn’t exist.

My chest burned. My legs shook. Then Malcolm’s hand touched my waist from behind, grounding me, the only thing stopping me from collapsi
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  • His Prosecutor, His Possession    09

    Christian Malcolm The door slammed open. Two of my men dragged a woman in, blindfolded, wrists bound.Then I saw the curve of her jaw, the way her body trembled, and recognition hit me like a punch to the gut.Victoria.“Are you out of your goddamn minds?” I barked. “Does she look like a threat to you? Untie her. Now.”The guards froze, exchanging nervous glances. One of them stammered, “Boss, we thought—”“You thought?” I snapped, taking two lethal steps forward until they recoiled. “She’s not some street rat you toss around like garbage. She’s under my protection. Drop her.”They lowered her onto the edge of my bed, rough hands letting her go as if she burned them.One of them dropped an envelope on my table. “Boss, we got the snoop” I dismissed them with a sharp glare. I picked up the envelope. I had heard reports of someone asking too many questions, and poking their heads where it didn’t belong. I knew the drill, I had done it so many times. Find the fool who thought they co

  • His Prosecutor, His Possession    08

    Victoria HarperDaniel wasn’t alone in his office. He was buried inside his assistant — right there, on his campaign desk.His assistant was bent over the desk, his hands all over her, his lips on her neck. The same man who called me a whore, who refused to touch me, who demanded I kill my baby for his elections was fucking his assistant like I didn’t exist.My chest burned. My legs shook. Then Malcolm’s hand touched my waist from behind, grounding me, the only thing stopping me from collapsing.“Daniel” I managed a whisper to catch their attention. But all I got was a look from them. Not a single expression of guilt on their faces. They looked like they had just been disturbed or robbed of the time of their life. Daniel just pulled his pants up while the girl fixed herself up, giving me a stare “How long has this been going on?” I asked him, fighting the urge to let him be the cause of my tears but my eyes were already burningDaniel didn’t even flinch. He didn’t look ashamed.

  • His Prosecutor, His Possession    07

    Victoria HarperDaniel wasn’t alone in his office. He was buried inside his assistant — right there, on his campaign desk.His assistant was bent over the desk, his hands all over her, his lips on her neck. The same man who called me a whore, who refused to touch me, who demanded I kill my baby for his elections was fucking his assistant like I didn’t exist.My chest burned. My legs shook. Then Malcolm’s hand touched my waist from behind, grounding me, the only thing stopping me from collapsing.“Daniel” I managed a whisper to catch their attention. But all I got was a look from them. Not a single expression of guilt on their faces. They looked like they had just been disturbed or robbed of the time of their life. Daniel just pulled his pants up while the girl fixed herself up, giving me a stare “How long has this been going on?” I asked him, fighting the urge to let him be the cause of my tears but my eyes were already burningDaniel didn’t even flinch. He didn’t look ashamed.

  • His Prosecutor, His Possession    06

    Victoria Harper I was going to keep this babySo I had to get Daniel to let me keep the baby and somehow stop him from withdrawing the support on my father’s medical bills Sometimes I wonder why I was so unlucky with men. An abusive fiancé who owned my future—and now a baby that tied me to the man who used to torment me.But life doesn’t care if it’s unfair. I had to survive.The campaign hall was packed. Lights everywhere, cameras flashing, people chanting Daniel’s name like he was some kind of saint. He walked in with that fake smile he always wore when he wanted the world to adore him. His arm curled tight around my waist, pulling me close so everyone could see how “in love” we were.“Smile wider,” he whispered through his teethSo I smiled, even as my stomach twisted. To everyone else, we looked like the perfect couple. To me, it felt like being trapped in a cage.He kissed my cheek, his fingers caressing my sides as the press snapped photo after photo. He knew exactly how to p

  • His Prosecutor, His Possession    05

    Victoria Harper Of all the men in the world—why him?I blinked once. Twice. The nightmare didn’t disappear; it just kept breathing in front of meReality hit harder with every blink.My chest squeezed so tight I thought I might actually faint. He looked different than I remembered. Taller. Stronger. His shoulders filled out his jacket like it had been made for him. His hair was dark and a little messy, but the kind of messy that looked like he wanted it that way. His jaw was sharp, his mouth firm, and his eyes… they were the same The same eyes that used to narrow across the hallway when I was fifteen and trembling under his smirk, only now they looked older, colder, harder.He was still infuriatingly good-looking. And I hated that I noticed.He looked equally shocked to see me but quickly covered it up with a smirk I so desperately wanted to wipe off his stupid face My jaw clenched. “Looks like you guys are quite familiar with each other. I’ll let you both talk things out” Dr. All

  • His Prosecutor, His Possession    04

    Victoria Harper My father’s health or my baby’s life?Daniel never came home that night. His ultimatum echoed in my skull — my father’s life or my baby’s.I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t. The question that haunted me wasn’t whether to keep the baby. It was how the hell was I even pregnant?Was there lost time I couldn’t account for? I replayed every moment from the past two months — and none of them included sex with anyone.My phone buzzed beside me. It was doctor Allen. I almost didn’t pick it up because what more could he have to say. Eventually I picked up because of his persistent calls “Ms. Harper, Dr. Allen here.” His voice was tight, like someone who had just committed a crime and was dialing 911.“Yes?”“I think it’s best if you come down to the hospital,” he said carefully. “There’s been… a development.”My chest squeezed. “A development?” My voice was sharper than I intended. “What kind of development?”“I really think you should come in, Ms. Harper. It’s not something I can

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