MasukInside, 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
“How could he?” Blair’s voice was barely a whisper. “Because if Warner Industries is worth fifty million dollars, and your parents died while you guys were still very young… It was like taking candy from a baby.” Blair felt like the floor had dropped out from under her. The room was spinning, and
Blair sat in the passenger seat of Roman’s car, staring out at the city lights as they drove back. Her throat was raw from giving her statement, and she felt emotionally drained in a way she hadn’t expected. They had told Roman’s family that she was ok but they had been kept away from the funeral fo
Blair felt like snorting. They hadn’t helped, they had not supported them at all. They had been the reason why she and her sisters were where they were today. It was because of greed. Blair saw Roman’s jaw clenched so tight Blair thought it might break. “Uncle Peter,” Sutton said carefully, “somet
Roman released her wrists momentarily, his gaze never leaving hers as he began lifting her nightie, revealing her flushed skin inch by inch, until she lay beneath him, completely bare and vulnerable. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, tracing slow, lazy circles over her sensitive skin, watching her wri







