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Chapter 6: The Viper’s Strike
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2026-05-31 11:44:18
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The flashbulbs were a blinding, synchronized assault. Even behind the dark designer sunglasses Killian’s team had provided, the light pierced through, turning the world into a fractured blur of white and grey.The steps of the state courthouse were swarming. Dozens of reporters, camera crews, and curious onlookers had choked the plaza, tipped off by a single, untraceable press release from Blackwood Industries. Julian’s media spin had been masterful—painting himself as the devastated patriarch whose pregnant wife had been torn from their home—but Killian was about to hijack the narrative completely."Stay close, Little Bird," Killian’s voice was a low, steady anchor over the rising din of the crowd.His large hand was firmly planted on the small of my back, guiding me through the sea of lenses. He wore a dark, impeccably tailored three-piece suit, looking less like a man defending himself against a kidnapping charge and more like a monarch reclaiming his territory.As we reached the b
Pregnant For My Husband's Enemy Chapter 6: The Viper’s Strike
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The silence of the Vance mansion was a suffocating shroud. I moved through the darkened hallway with my breath held tight in my chest, every creak of the floorboards sounding like a thunderclap in the dead of night. I carried nothing but a small silk clutch containing my passport, the grainy ultrasound photo, and the burner phone Killian’s man had slipped into my hand during the chaos of the gala’s end.I didn't take the diamonds. I didn't take the designer clothes. Those were the chains Julian had used to tether me to his sinking ship, and I wanted to leave them behind like a molted skin.As I reached the grand staircase, I paused, looking toward the heavy oak doors of the master suite. Behind them, Julian was dead to the world, blissfully unaware that the "trophy" he had so carelessly traded was walking out of his life forever. A week ago, the thought of leaving would have terrified me. Tonight, staying was the only thing that felt like death.I slipped out the service entrance, the
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The click of the lock echoed in the cavernous library like a gunshot. It was the sound of a life ending—the life of Evelyn Vance, the devoted wife, the socialite, the woman who believed in "until death do us part."I stared at the door, my breath coming in shallow, jagged gasps. I wanted to scream, to pound my fists against the wood until they bled, to beg Julian to come back. But the cold weight of the contract on the desk was an anchor, pulling me down into the dark reality of my situation."Stop looking at the door, Evelyn. He isn't coming back."Killian’s voice was right behind me. I spun around, my back hitting the heavy oak panels. He hadn't moved to touch me again, but his presence was an physical weight, an atmospheric pressure that made the very air in the room feel thin.He was nursing his drink, the amber liquid swirling in the crystal glass. He looked entirely too comfortable for a man who had just purchased a human being for twelve hours."You're a monster," I hissed, my
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