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 took one last steadying breath before opening the terrace doors and stepping back into the house. She plastered a smile on her face and made her way back into the room. She didn’t look in Luca’s direction. She felt a little like Keira—she wanted to hurt him for what he had done to their siste
“Thank you,” she said stiffly, barely touching the champagne to her lips. Luca seemed to notice her cool response. His brow furrowed slightly, and he glanced between her and Roman. “Blair, is everything okay?” “Yes... fine,” Blair said. But it sounded off and not her normal friendly self. She just
“Sit down,” Jessica demanded. “We’re not finished.” “Yes, we are.” Blair’s voice was firm. “And for the record, I don’t need Roman’s money. I have my own now. My sisters and I just regained control of our family’s company—a company worth significantly more than whatever settlement you’re still livi
The car ride was tense. Roman’s jaw was set in that stubborn line that meant he was pissed but trying to control it. His hands gripped the steering wheel. The silence felt like a living thing, pressing down on her from all sides. Blair was staring out the window, trying to think of literally anythi







