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Chapter Eight

Penulis: Karima Sa'ad Usman
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-05 03:37:46

Damien’s POV

I hadn’t slept in two nights.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the hospital report. Elena’s name printed neatly across the top, the word pregnantstamped beneath it like a brand seared into my mind.

She hadn’t lied.

The memory replayed mercilessly: her wide eyes, wet with tears, the desperation in her voice, I’m pregnant, and my own cruel reply: Is this part of your plan too?

I had thrown her out. I had left her alone. And she had been carrying my child all along.

The regret was unbearable. It clawed at me, restless, unrelenting. I wanted to smash something, scream, tear the city apart until I found her. Instead, I drowned in silence, haunted by the truth.

And then my parents came home.

They had been away for nearly six months, travelling through Europe. When I received their message that morning, announcing their return, I felt a flicker of dread. I knew the questions were coming.

That evening, I sat in the grand sitting room of the Rothschild estate, the fireplace crac
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