MasukMilaI collapsed back into the pillows, gasping for air."It's a boy.” The doctor said warmly. "A healthy, perfect baby boy."The nurses immediately swarmed the end of the bed, cleaning him and wrapping him in one of the soft pale yellow cashmere blankets Aaron had bought months ago.I looked up, expecting Aaron to be looking at the child. But Aaron wasn't looking at the baby.His glassy green eyes were still locked entirely on my face. He didn't care about the child yet. He only cared that I was still breathing.He slowly brought my bruised, exhausted hand to his lips and pressed a long kiss against my knuckles."You did it.” He whispered as he gently brushed my damp hair away from my forehead.A nurse stepped up beside the bed, holding the tiny bundle wrapped in yellow cashmere. "Would you like to hold him, Mom?"I nodded weakly, extending my shaking arms.The nurse gently placed my son onto my chest. He was tiny, red-faced and screaming but the moment his little body rested agains
MilaThe pain was a living, breathing monster tearing through my veins. It drowned out the beeping monitors, the urgent commands of the doctor and the shuffling of the nurses.I was entirely swallowed by the agony, thrashing blindly in a sea of white-hot fire."Look right at my eyes, Mila. Breathe with me."His voice was the only thing that cut through the noise. I forced my tear-soaked eyelids open.Aaron was hovering right over me. His shirt was pushed to the elbows, his hair was messy from where his hands had gripped it.Another contraction hit, violently ripping through my abdomen."I can't!" I screamed, my head thrashing back against the sweat-soaked pillows. "I can't do it, Aaron! It's too much!""Mila." Aaron leaned over the hospital bed, completely ignoring the nurses bustling around him. He caged me in with his arms, bringing his face so close that he became my entire world. His striking green eyes locked onto mine, fiercely demanding my attention, pulling me out of the bli
MilaI couldn't stop the tears now. They fell freely, silently, dropping onto the white peonies in my arms."Turn around.” He said gently.I obeyed. My body was moving on pure, overwhelmed instinct. I turned my back to him, clutching the yellow daisies to my chest.I felt the heat of his chest press lightly against my back. His large, warm hands brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck as he guided the cold gold chain around me. The contrast of the freezing metal and his burning touch sent a violent shiver straight down my spine to my toes.He clicked the clasp into place.But he didn't step back.Aaron lowered his head, his face hovering just beside mine.I could feel the heat of his breath grazing the sensitive shell of my ear. "You can hate me for taking you." Aaron whispered, his lips brushing against my skin with every syllable. "You can fight me. You can tear the entire house apart if it makes you feel better. But you are never going to doubt that you are worshipped, Mila
MilaAaron stopped walking.I braced myself for the shift. I expected the cold billionaire to finally snap at the mention of the man who had claimed me first.But the anger never came.Instead, his green eyes softened. He closed the small distance between us, stopping just inches away. His gaze dropped to my arms, which were still wrapped over my small bump and then slowly rose to meet my eyes."Blood never made a family for us, Mila." Aaron replied. "We grew up in a place where the people who shared our blood abandoned us. We had to choose our family."I swallowed the tight knot in my throat."I know whose name is on the DNA.” He continued, his tone stripped of all arrogance. "But this child is a part of you. It is breathing because you are breathing. And because it is a piece of you, I will love it. I will protect it with my dying breath, and I will hand it the entire world on a silver platter. I don't care whose child it is. I only care that it's yours."I couldn't find my words. I
MilaBy the time, the car arrived at a private shopping avenue, I had forced myself to forget that anything had happened. Aaron stepped out, walked around the hood, and opened my door, offering his hand to help me down.I hesitated at first but then I placed my hand in his. His fingers wrapped around mine.He didn't let go as he led me toward a storefront with a frosted glass door.As soon as we stepped inside, I noticed something weird.The store was also entirely empty.A nervous-looking store manager stood by the register. She quickly flipped the sign on the door to Closed and locked it. Her eyes darted to Aaron with both awe and respect."La tienda es suya, señor Wylder." She said.Aaron gave her a single, dismissive nod. She left without another word.I felt blank. “What did she say?”He turned his focus back to me. “The store is yours, senora.” He finally released my hand, gesturing to the sea of cashmere and soft cotton. "Pick whatever you want."I stood frozen in the center o
Mila I didn’t even know where he was taking me to. My mind was a mess.He gave Ryan a paper trail. It was a suicide mission.But, Aaron remained very calm, relax even.He pulled me out of the front doors and took me to the underground garage. It looked like a luxury showroom, lined with sleek, black vehicles.Aaron led me toward a SUV. He pulled open the passenger door and waited. “Get in.”I climbed inside and the rich scent of new leather surrounded me. I stared straight ahead through the tinted windshield and my thoughts clouded my mind again.Ryan knows where I am. Justin knows I am alive. What was Ryan going to do? What if Richard intercepted them first?The driver’s side door opened and shut. The engine roared to life but I felt like I was floating in a sea."Seat belt, Mila."I heard Aaron say something. But I didn't move. I couldn't. I was staring blankly at the polished dashboard, entirely zoned out as the horrifying possibilities of his master plan played on a loop in my he







