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
“I don’t believe I know a Sutton Warner.” Roman admitted. Blair grinned. “She had a fake name. My cousin Laura, Peter, and Viv’s daughter had been making a name for herself. To stop any family drama, Sutton decided she would just model in Europe. She isn’t as well known here. But she hates it. She
She passed Maggie at reception, offering a quick wave before stepping into the elevator. She could’ve sworn she saw the flash of Dan’s head from the corner of her eye, but by the time the doors closed, he was nowhere in sight. Thank God for that. The elevator ride up would have been interesting. Ho
Roman didn’t let up. If anything, he pressed harder. “You’re going to leave her the fuck alone,” he said, voice deadly. “Or I swear to God, I won’t be so civilized next time. And please, try to sue me. Because, dickhead, I have a lot more on you. So please, give me a reason.” Dan’s smirk faltered.
Blair had prepared for a battle, but not for war. She couldn’t believe aunt Viv had invited Dan without telling her. As she stepped into her aunt and uncle’s grand dining room, the scent of roasted lamb and fresh bread filled the air, but it did nothing to soften the tension in the room. Aunt Viv a







