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Pregnant For My Husband's Enemy
Pregnant For My Husband's Enemy
Author: Phayvord

Chapter 1: The Transaction

Author: Phayvord
last update publish date: 2026-04-30 01:49:36

The rain lashed against the panoramic windows of the Vance estate, mirroring the storm brewing in my chest. I stood before the full-length mirror, smoothing the emerald silk of a dress that cost more than my father’s medical bills for a year. It was backless, dangerous, and utterly unlike me.

"You look breathtaking, Evie."

Julian’s voice was smooth, like expensive scotch, but his eyes remained fixed on the reflection of his own cufflinks. He didn't look at me with the warmth of a husband of five years. He looked at me the way a man looks at a winning lottery ticket he’s about to cash in.

"Julian, I don't feel right about this," I whispered, my fingers trembling as I reached for my pearls. "Killian Blackwood is a monster. Everyone knows he’s been trying to dismantle Vance Global for years. Why would he agree to a 'friendly' dinner now?"

Julian finally stepped toward me, his hands gripping my shoulders. His touch, once my sanctuary, felt strangely clinical. "Because he’s a man, Evelyn. And even monsters have weaknesses. We are losing everything. The banks are circling, the board is ready to oust me... this dinner is our only leverage. Just be charming. Be the woman I married."

He kissed my forehead, but his lips were cold. I didn't know then that it was a Judas kiss.

The Lion’s Den

The Blackwood Estate was a fortress of black marble and glass perched on a cliffside, overlooking a churning, violent sea. As the iron gates hissed shut behind our limousine, a cold dread settled in my stomach.

We weren't led to a dining hall. We were led to the penthouse library—a room that smelled of old parchment, expensive tobacco, and power.

Killian Blackwood was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, a crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand. He didn't turn around immediately. He let the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating, until I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"You're late, Vance," Killian said. His voice was a low, resonant growl that seemed to vibrate in the very floorboards.

"The rain," Julian stammered. I winced. My husband, the "Titan of Industry," sounded like a scolded schoolboy.

Killian finally turned.

He was devastating. Sharp, angular features that looked carved from granite, and eyes so dark they were almost obsidian. When his gaze landed on me, it didn't just look; it probed. It felt like he was peeling back the emerald silk and reading the secrets written on my skin.

"Is this her?" Killian asked, ignoring Julian entirely.

"My wife, Evelyn," Julian said, his voice hitching.

Killian walked toward us, his stride predatory and graceful. He stopped just inches from me. He was so tall I had to crane my neck to look at him. The air between us turned static, thick with a tension I didn't understand.

"She’s more than you deserve," Killian murmured, his eyes locked on mine. "Tell me, Evelyn. Does your husband tell you everything? Or does he keep his filth to himself?"

"I... I don't know what you mean," I managed to say.

Julian stepped back. He didn't defend me. He didn't pull me away. He simply checked his watch. "The documents are in the foyer, Blackwood. The transfer is ready. I’ll... I’ll leave you to the details."

My head snapped toward Julian. "Details? Julian, what are you talking about?"

Julian wouldn't look at me. He was already moving toward the door. "I’ll pick you up at dawn, Evelyn. Do whatever he asks. For the sake of the company. For us."

The heavy oak door shut with a finality that sounded like a coffin lid closing.

The Price of a Soul

The silence that followed was deafening. I turned to run for the door, but a large, warm hand clamped around my wrist. Killian didn't hurt me, but his grip was like iron.

"Let me go!" I snapped, my eyes stinging with sudden, hot tears. "What is this? What did he do?"

Killian pulled me closer, forcing me to face him. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, tossing it onto the mahogany desk. It was a contract.

I read the words through a blur of tears. Transfer of Equity. Debt Forgiveness. And at the bottom, a handwritten clause that made my world tilt on its axis.

In exchange for the full cancellation of Vance Global’s debt, Julian Vance agrees to the temporary transfer of his wife, Evelyn Vance, to the custody of Killian Blackwood for the duration of twelve hours.

"He sold me," I whispered, the words tasting like ash. "He sold me for a debt."

"He sold you for a chance to keep his penthouse and his sports cars," Killian corrected, his voice surprisingly soft. He reached out, his thumb brushing a tear from my cheek. His touch was electric, a sharp contrast to Julian’s coldness.

"I’ve spent ten years waiting for him to slip up, Evelyn," Killian whispered, his face inches from mine. "I’ve spent a decade watching him waste a woman like you. Tonight, Julian Vance didn't just lose his company. He lost the only thing that made him worth envying."

He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, sending a shiver of pure terror—and something darker, something I couldn't name—down my spine.

"The clock is ticking, Little Bird. And you belong to me until the sun comes up."

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