LOGINInside, Blair sat on the sofa, her hand resting on her slight belly, while Roman stood nearby deep in conversation with Luca. Two-year-old Olivia was showing off her drawings to anyone who would look."Aunt Keira!" Olivia shouted, abandoning her colouring-in to run across the room. Keira bent down,
Olivia, growing restless, wiggled off Blair’s lap. “Can I go play with my blocks?”“Yes, but stay in the playroom,” Roman told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”As Olivia skipped off, Roman pulled Blair to her feet and into his arms. “You look tired. You should have let me bring someone in to handle
“Mama! Look!”Blair looked up from her laptop to see her two-year-old daughter, Olivia, proudly showing off a crayon drawing that was mostly colorful scribbles.“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Blair said, genuinely impressed with the artwork of her toddler. “Is that our family?”Olivia nodded madly,
"Is that what you think?" Niko's voice was dangerously quiet. "That your only value is as a... what? A royal broodmare?""It's the reality of our position," she insisted. "The Wystovian crown needs an heir. You need an heir. And I can't—" Her voice broke.Niko crossed the distance between them in th
"I'm trying to protect him—""From what? From having a choice?" Keira's voice grew stronger. "You're deciding what's best for Niko without asking him what he wants. That's not protection, that's control."Amelia stared at her, startled by the blunt assessment."Look, I get it. The pressure is overwh
Amelia shook her head, the weight of her failure pressing down on her. "The doctors say there's nothing wrong with Niko, which means the problem lies with me. I'm considering stepping aside, letting him divorce me so he can marry someone who can actually give him an heir." She glanced at Keira, sudd
“Blair,” Peters said in greeting before turning to Roman’s office. “Is he ready for me?” She nodded, pressing the intercom. “Roman, Peters is here.” “Send him in,” Roman’s voice came through. Blair waved him through, watching as he disappeared into Roman’s office. Something was going on. Peters h
Roman helped Blair up, his powerful arms steadying her as she wobbled slightly. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving her legs weak and her hands trembling. Without hesitation, he scooped her up, ignoring her protests, and carried her to his car. Ethan opened the door, ensuring a smooth transition
Blair sighed, staring at her phone as if it had personally wronged her. This weekend was going to be hell, and she knew Sutton and Keira wouldn’t take the news well. She blew out a breath before pulling up her sister Sutton’s contact and pressing call. It rang twice before Sutton picked up. “Blair
Blair spent most of the morning at her desk, Roman locked away in back-to-back meetings. Her body still ached from yesterday, but the heat from the shower had helped, along with Roman’s skilled hands. She glanced at her phone, debating whether she should call her sisters now or wait until lunch. Sh







