Mag-log inJUSTINA"If there's some paper you want me to sign, Mr. Vallis, I'll sign it. I have no intention of chasing you for child support or claiming your property. Adonis and I are fine as we are." I swallowed hard. That had to be why he was here. His eyes held mine without blinking, and I could tell he had questions of his own.He pressed a finger to his lips, and an awkward silence stretched between us. "So you actually believe I'm that shallow. Out of nowhere I find out I have a son, and the only thing you think crosses my mind is..." He paused. "...property and child support? Why do you have this one-sided opinion of me?"I stayed quiet, weighing his words. If I could have it my way, I'd scream in his face that I wasn't buying the act."Years ago," I began, hating that I had to keep the rest buried, "a woman walked into your office and told you she was pregnant. Do you remember what you told her?" I didn't wait for an answer. "You told her to kill him. That child you didn't want. I want
GREGORI could be a prick. No denying that, but I stood by what I’d said. We’d shared a night, somewhere in the blur of my past, and now I was left piecing together where I’d gone wrong. The thought of my mother finding out she had a grandson made my stomach twist. Everything I knew was about to turn upside down. Part of me almost wished this was some elaborate setup, a ploy to drag me into chaos. If that were true, maybe I could have spared her the drama. But every time I saw her, I knew she wasn’t after money. There was something else, something I couldn’t name. I started the car, hands shaking. Tonight, I couldn’t face my mother, not after the avalanche of revelations. What if there were more secrets waiting? The fear crept in, sharp and cold. What I’d done back then was reckless, stupid. It didn’t erase the mistake, but if I could rewind time, I would. I’d been a kid with a new empire, thinking I was untouchable. It all felt like a game then. My phone rang, jolting me out of my sp
GREGOR"Are you stalking me, Mr. Vallis?" she demanded, predictably. For someone I had no memory of, she hated me with real conviction. I wondered how we'd even ended up together, if we had."You aren't that special, miss," I replied, feigning indifference. I hadn't been searching for the woman who might be my child's mother. It was pure chance. My drive across town brought me past a rain-soaked figure trudging along, misery etched into every step. Watching her shiver in the downpour, something inside me cracked. I offered her a ride, even though the glare she shot me said she'd rather freeze than accept my help."I don't need your validation to be special, Mr. Vallis, and the name is Justina." She said it with that same fire in her eyes, like she was playing nice while wanting nothing more than to destroy me. My fingers tightened on the wheel as I held her gaze in the mirror, cognac-colored and flickering with the streetlights."Okay, Justina. It's freezing out, so let go of whatever
GREGORHer eyes narrowed in blatant disbelief. Watching her, I was convinced she was staging some grand performance, and this would be her final act. As for her appearance, she was the kind of woman I’d pass by without a second glance. The idea that we’d had a child together? Ridiculous. My type was blonde and bold, and if we’d ever tangled in the sheets, that fiery red hair would have burned itself into my memory. I’d never once taken a redhead to bed."Hello, miss," I greeted, savoring her unease. The way she shivered was almost intoxicating. With my own life spiraling, seeing someone else unravel felt strangely gratifying."You came..." She stuttered."Of course. If my son's life is in danger like you said, did you really think I'd disregard that?"Her eyes narrowed again. Maybe it was just her thing. My blunt answer had clearly shaken her. Up close, I was certain I’d never slept with her. She lacked everything I usually wanted in a woman for a night—no tempting curves, no makeup,
JUSTINAI slipped out of the ward, desperate for a sliver of solitude, a place to gather my scattered thoughts. My legs felt unsteady as I questioned if I could really go through with this. Gregor Vallis had already cast a long, dark shadow over my late sister's life and mine. The idea of needing that monster's help again was unbearable, yet when I glanced back at the door, I knew I was trapped. Time was slipping away, and only Mr. Vallis stood between Adonis and the unthinkable. The blood bank would be empty until tomorrow, but Vallis Enterprises loomed just around the corner, as if fate itself was mocking me. With a heavy heart, I scrolled for his contact—not his personal number, which he’d surely changed a dozen times, but the cold, impersonal 'contact us' line. Maybe it would reach a secretary, maybe someone who could actually help. I drew in a shaky breath and pressed call."Hello, this is Vallis Enterprises. What can I do for you?" a feminine voice began.Silence tangled my tong
INTRO"Hello..." There was genuine sadness in her voice, but I could not be too sure. I reclined in the chair, feet propped up, glaring at my P.A. I did not understand why she thought I should be the one to handle it. What exactly had the woman said? Static on the line interrupted my train of thought, and I remembered I was on a call."Sorry... who is this?""It doesn't matter. Just come. He needs you."Her incoherent sentences annoyed me, but I probed further since I hadn't the slightest idea what she meant."I'm sorry, who needs me?""Adonis. Your son." The female voice retorted.Her answer amused me. This wasn't the first time I'd gotten calls like this, but it had to be the most absurd. I'd gotten "I'm carrying your baby" and "I have our tape," but this? Comedy gold.Combing my fingers through my hair, I told her point-blank. "Sorry, miss. You've got the wrong person. I use condoms, and there is no way I'd have a son I didn't know existed." I brought the phone down, about to hit t







