LOGINOne reckless night. One unexpected baby. Two men who might be the father.Darcy never saw it coming..literally. A cryptic pregnancy leaves her blindsided when she wakes up in a hospital bed with a newborn in her arms. But the real shock? Her daughter's father could be one of two men. Cassian Dempsey; the cocky, troublemaking bad boy from the wrong side of town. Elias Mercer; the ruthless, untouchable golden boy with a fortune to his name. Both are her brother's best friends. Both were never supposed to touch her. And when they find out the truth, neither is willing to let go. But the biggest scandal of all? The DNA test comes back with an impossible result... They're both the father. Now, caught between secrets, temptation, and two men who refuse to back down, Darcy is in deeper than she ever imagined. Because some betrayals can't be undone. And some men won't take no for an answer.
View MoreDARCYThe second her voice cracked, I knew I fucked up."You had a baby?"Zoey Vandemere stood in the doorway like she'd walked into a nightmare. Tall, athletic, hair pulled into one of her characteristic, effortless high puffs that framed her sharp cheekbones. She was wearing black joggers, a grey cropped hoodie, and a pair of sneakers. Like always, she smelled rich, like vanilla bean and something warm, something expensive, and undeniably Zoey.But her face?Her face looked like I'd just slapped her."No…I mean—" I adjusted Vi in my arms, the blanket still half-tucked over her cheek, my heart pounding like it was trying to climb out of my chest. "Zoey, wait—""You had a baby?!" she repeated, louder this time, voice cracking completely.Vi startled in my arms, unlatching with a sharp wail that cut straight through my gut. I pressed her to my shoulder, rocking instinctively, shushing softly, but my hands were trembling."Please," I said quickly, clutching Vi closer. "Please just calm
DARCYIt had been a week since we got discharged.Seven days since they wheeled me out of that hospital in a chair that squeaked with every turn. Seven days since I'd stepped through our front door with stitches that still burned, a car seat too small in one hand, and a baby I hadn't known existed a minute before she was born in the other.Everything had changed.And somehow, nothing had.The house was still the same. Cracked tiles in the hallway. The same faint creak in the kitchen floorboard. The same sun-bleached walls that always made everything feel warmer than it was. Except now, it smelled like baby wipes. Like milk. Like formula. And somehow like us.And it was quiet. Or well, at least, quieter.Mom had taken the old study and converted it into a nursery overnight. Levi said it was her idea. Said she'd been organizing it all while I was still in recovery. I hadn't believed him until I saw it. There was a Bassinet, a Changing table, and a rocking chair that looked even older th
ELIASThe Mercer estate was a different kind of hell.Not the loud, chaotic kind. Not the one with fire and torment. No. This hell was polished marble floors, a chandelier that cost more than most houses, and silence so thick it could suffocate you.I hadn’t lived here in almost three years. Not since I turned eighteen and convinced the board (who apparently made all the major decisions of my life) it was better for appearances if I had my own place, my own image. So I built a mansion across town. Clean, modern and completely fit to my tastes. That’s where I held the parties. That’s where I wore the crown they gave me.But this? This was the kingdom.Dinner was at seven sharp. Not 6:59. Not 7:01.Late meant disrespect. And in the Mercer house, disrespect was basically treason. And I’m not even kidding.I parked the car exactly where I always did…the lower driveway, passenger side closest to the door. The valet had long since stopped offering to park for me. He knew I preferred the con
DARCYThe beeping.God, it never stopped.The soft chime of the monitors. The low hum of hospital machines. The sharp click of shoes on the linoleum outside my door. The voices. The whispers. The baby.Everything was way too loud.And yet somehow still not loud enough to drown out the spiral in my head.I was three days post-surgery, and my body felt like it had been cracked open and stitched back wrong. My skin didn't fit right. My bones ached. My breasts were swollen, burning, leaking just enough milk to stain every one of Levi's oversized shirts I'd been living in, but somehow never enough to satisfy her.The baby. Still unnamed. Still loud. And of course still mine.The nurses stationed around kept calling her "Baby Girl Seville," their voices bright and excited like it wasn't driving me insane every time I heard it. As though it wasn't a frequent shitty reminder that I hadn't been able to name her. Like I didn't just stare at the blank line on her birth certificate every night, w
CASSIANI was lining up my next shot, the pool cue resting steady in my grip, when some movement near the bar caught my attention.Elias Mercer had just stood up.I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t already been watching him. And I wouldn’t have been watching him if he hadn’t spent the last hour lo
CASSIAN The bass pounded through the floor, rattling the walls like the whole damn house was alive. The air was thick with the nauseous combination of booze, sweat, perfume. The kind of mix that clung to your skin and let you know you were definitely making bad decisions. People were everywhere,
LEVI Everything after “She’s in active labor” had been a blur. One second, I was standing there, trying to process the words. The next, Darcy was being wheeled away, her face pale, her body limp, tubes and wires attached to her like she was some kind of science experiment. And then the baby
I stared at her, my pulse still unsteady from everything that had just happened. "We need to talk." The words hung in the air between us, thick and pressing. My mother sat on the edge of my hospital bed, her hands still gripping mine, but I could feel the shift. The hesitation. The weight of






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