You don't deserve to carry my child. Lyra bled for a man who once called her his wife, only to be discarded like a mistake. Now, four years later, the man who stole everything from her is face-to-face with the son he never knew existed. Lyra Vance was once naive girl, desperate for affection and willing to bear the weight of another man's revenge, Hugo Spencer saved her from ruin only to break her in ways no one saw coming. He rejected her love, denied their unborn child, and buried her soul beneath the weight of his hatred. When she nearly died giving birth, he took the baby and told her it didn't survive. But fate never forgets. Years later, Lyra returns as a world-renowned perfumer with secret in her heart and vengeance in her veins. She isn't the girl he broke. She's a woman who's rebuilt herself from the ashes. But Hugo isn't the same either- and the child he once tried to erase is calling Lyra's enemy... "Daddy" When truth collides with desire, and a little boy becomes the fragile thread between war and redemption, the past won't stay buried. He wanted power. She wanted freedom. But what happens when the child they created becomes the one thing neither of them can walk away from.
View MoreLyra POV The cold night air bit at my skin as I hurried through the empty streets, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. The message had been clear: Meet me at the old pier. Midnight. Come alone, or the boy dies.Every step felt like a betrayal. I'd left Finn sleeping peacefully on the couch, trusting Chris to keep him safe. I slipped past Rhys without a word, knowing he'd try to stop me if he knew. But what choice did I have? The message mentioned my parents, and whoever sent it knew things about our family that no one should know.The pier stretched out into the darkness ahead, its old wooden boards creaking in the wind. Fog rolled in from the water, making the yellow streetlights look like ghosts. I pulled my jacket tighter around me and checked the time. 11:58 PM."You came."I turned around, my heart hammering. A woman stepped out of the shadows near the pier entrance. She was older, maybe in her fifties, with silver-streaked hair and tired eyes. She wore a long coat that had se
Chris POV The bullet wound in my shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat, but I kept still by the window, watching the police patrol the perimeter. Pain was nothing compared to the ache in my chest as I listened to Rhys and Lyra's conversation unfold behind me."I'm fighting for us, Lyra," Rhys pleaded, his voice raw with desperation."You broke us first," she replied, her words sharp as broken glass.I gripped the windowsill tighter, my knuckles white. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, to comfort her, to tell Rhys to back off. But this wasn't my fight. This was their marriage, their history, their pain to work through.Even if it was killing me to watch.Finn stirred on the couch, his small hand reaching out in sleep. Lyra immediately moved to him, adjusting his blanket with the gentle care that had first drawn me to her. She was a mother first, always. That fierce protectiveness was part of what made her so beautiful."His fever's completely gone," she whispered, pressing
Rhy's POV I watched Lyra cradle Finn against her chest, her fingers smoothing through his damp hair as the paramedic worked around them. The stranger had arrived with credentials and a calm efficiency that immediately put everyone at ease, everyone except me. My eyes kept darting between the medic checking Finn's temperature and Chris, who stood guard by the window like some kind of sentinel."His fever's breaking," the paramedic announced, packing away his supplies. "The antibiotics are working. He'll be fine with rest and fluids."The relief that washed over Lyra's face was like watching the sun break through storm clouds. She pressed a kiss to Finn's forehead, whispering something I couldn't hear. My chest tightened. I should have been the one she turned to in that moment of relief. Instead, her eyes found Chris first, a silent thank you passing between them that cut deeper than any blade."We need to move," the paramedic continued. "There's a secure safehouse twenty minutes from
Lyra's POVMy heart ached as I sat beside Finn on the creaky cot, his small body trembling under a thin blanket, his fever burning through my fingers as I brushed his damp hair. The safehouse’s dim light flickered, casting shadows that felt like threats, and the traitor’s chilling message about a bomb targeting Finn gnawed at my soul. Ciara’s claim of stopping Salvatore didn’t ease the fear gripping me, her betrayal still stung, and now Rhys and Chris’s rivalry tore at my trust, leaving me questioning who I could lean on. Heartbreak and hesitation warred within me, Finn’s weak coughs anchoring me to the only thing that mattered, keeping my son alive.“Finn, you’re okay,” I whispered, my voice trembling, tears welling in my eyes. “Mommy’s here, baby.”His small hand clutched mine, his voice faint. “Mommy, I’m scared.”“I know,” I said, my throat tightening, tears spilling. “We’re getting help soon.”Rhys knelt beside me, his eyes soft but shadowed with guilt, his voice low. “I’ll neve
Ciara's POV My heart pounded as we stumbled into the safehouse, a crumbling shack on the edge of town, the police sirens fading behind us. Salvatore’s arrest played over and over in my mind, his furious face as cops dragged him away, my stolen evidence sealing his fate. I’d turned on him, risked everything to bring him down, but guilt still clawed at me, sharp and relentless. I’d kidnapped Finn, shattered Lyra’s life, and now Finn’s worsening fever haunted me, his small coughs echoing like accusations. I wanted redemption, but the cost felt heavier than I could bear.Lyra laid Finn on a dusty cot, her hands trembling, her eyes red with tears. “Finn, stay with me,” she whispered, her voice breaking, stroking his sweaty forehead. His small body shivered, his bandaged arm bloody, and my chest ached, knowing I had caused this pain.Rhys bolted the door, his gun raised, his voice tense. “We’re clear for now, but we need a plan. Finn needs a hospital.”Chris, pale and bleeding from Henr
Rhy's POV My heart pounded like a drum as Salvatore’s men charged from the shadows, their gunfire tearing through the night, pinning us near the road. Lyra clutched Finn, his weak cries ripping through me, her face pale with terror. Police sirens wailed closer, red and blue lights flashing, but they weren’t here yet, and I had to protect my family. Fury and redemption burned in my chest, I’d failed Lyra with Ciara, brought Salvatore’s wrath on us, but I’d fight to my last breath to save her and Finn. Chris, bloodied from Henry’s shot, staggered to his feet, his gun raised, and though I hated him, we had to stand together.“Lyra, get down!” I shouted, my voice hoarse, firing at the gunmen. “Keep Finn safe!”She dropped behind a tree, her voice trembling, tears streaming. “Rhys, they’re everywhere! Finn’s fading!”“I’ve got you,” I said, my throat tight, my gun steady. “We’re getting out.”Chris fired beside me, his voice strained, blood soaking his shirt. “They’re closing in, Rhys!
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