ISLA Pov
The night I spent with Adrian Knight was supposed to be a mistake. A fleeting, reckless decision made in the heat of desperation. But mistakes don’t grow inside you. Mistakes don’t take root, shift your body, and leave you staring at a pregnancy test at four in the morning with trembling hands. I never meant to see him again. And yet, here I am, standing in the towering lobby of Knight Industries, ignored by the receptionist, dismissed like I’m nothing, and fighting the overwhelming nausea that’s been my constant companion for weeks. But I can’t leave. Not when I know what’s at stake. I clutch my bag tighter, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs as I glance over my shoulder. I don’t see them yet, but that doesn’t mean Victor’s men aren’t watching. I have to do this. I have to tell him. And if Adrian Knight thinks he can just toss me aside like I don’t exist, he’s about to learn just how wrong he is. THREE MONTHS AGO I never should have gone to that club. I told myself I just needed a break. A single night to pretend I wasn’t drowning in Victor Morelli’s world, suffocating under his threats and the invisible chains that kept me locked in his grasp. I wasn’t naive. I knew the risks. But then he walked in. Adrian Knight. He was everything I shouldn’t want. Cold, powerful, and dripping with the kind of danger that whispered promises against my skin. He didn’t belong in the underground world I was trapped in. He was above it ,,,untouchable. Maybe that’s why I let him touch me. One drink turned into two. Two drinks turned into stolen glances, whispered words, and his hand resting possessively on my waist as if he already owned me. I should have walked away. I should have run. Instead, I let him take me to his penthouse. I let him press me against the glass windows overlooking the city, his mouth devouring mine, his hands learning every inch of my skin. I let him ruin me. And by morning, he was gone. No phone number. No goodbye. Just an empty bed and a memory that burned itself into my mind. I told myself it was for the best. I told myself it was over. Until two months later, when I stared at a positive pregnancy test and realized it was just the beginning. NOW The receptionist barely glances up from her computer. “I’m here to see Adrian Knight,” I say, forcing my voice to stay even. She sighs, her manicured nails clicking against the desk. “Do you have an appointment?” “No, but….” “Then Mr. Knight is unavailable.” Panic grips my throat. “Please. It’s important.” “Everyone thinks their business is important, sweetheart.” She waves a dismissive hand. “If you’d like, I can schedule something for next month.” Next month? I don’t have a next month. Frustration builds inside me. “Listen, I….” Then I see him. Adrian Knight, stepping out of the elevator, his presence sucking the air from the room. Tall, broad-shouldered, and wrapped in an expensive suit, he moves with the effortless arrogance of a man who owns the world. Our eyes meet. Something flickers across his face,,,recognition, surprise, before it’s gone, replaced by ice. His jaw tightens. “Get her out.” The guards move toward me. No. I dig my heels in. My pulse pounds, my breath catches, and before I can think twice, the words burst from my lips. “I’m pregnant!” The entire lobby falls silent. I watch Adrian’s expression shift from irritation to disbelief, to something darker. Something lethal. He takes a step toward me, his voice low, controlled. “What did you just say?” *********** Introduction: Isla Carter I was born into a world that never wanted me. My mother died when I was eight, leaving me in the hands of a father who saw me as nothing but a burden. By the time I was sixteen, I’d learned that love was nothing more than a weapon used, discarded, and forgotten. I ran. Straight into the arms of Victor Morelli. He was older, powerful, and everything my father wasn’t. I thought he would save me. Instead, he turned me into property. For years, I survived under his control. I learned how to endure. How to smile when I was dying inside. And then, one night, I found my way out. Or so I thought. Because now, I have his child. And Adrian Knight is the only one who can help me keep it safe. Adrian Knight Power isn’t given. It’s taken. I learned that from my father. From the moment I could walk, I was trained to be his heir. Business meetings at ten, financial reports at thirteen, negotiations with billionaires before I was old enough to drive. By the time I turned twenty-one, I had already built an empire of my own. By twenty-five, I had buried my father and taken everything. Knight Industries is mine. The city bows at my feet. And love? Love is a weakness. A liability I refuse to indulge. My mother died because of it. My father destroyed himself chasing it. I vowed never to fall into that trap. But now, she is standing in my company, saying the one thing that could change everything. She’s pregnant. And for the first time in years, I feel my control slipping. *********** Victor Morelli The moment the bedroom door swung open, I knew. She was gone. A slow, measured breath left my lips as I took in the empty bed, the open closet, the missing suitcases. Isla had run. Again. A sharp crack echoed through the room as I smashed the glass of whiskey in my hand against the wall. The amber liquid bled down the wallpaper, but I barely noticed. She thinks she can escape me. I let my anger simmer beneath the surface as I reached for my phone. A few taps, and the call connected. “She’s missing,” I said, my voice dangerously calm. A pause. Then a voice on the other end, rough and wary. “We’ll find her.” I already knew that. “She won’t get far.” My grip tightened around the phone. “I want her back by the end of the week.” And when I found her? She would learn what happens to women who betray Victor Morelli. Elizabeth I watched from the shadows as Victor paced his office, fury coiling around him like a storm waiting to break. Isla’s little stunt had pushed him to the edge, and I loved seeing him like this unraveled, vicious. The bastard deserved it. Still, I had to give Isla credit. She’d done something I hadn’t managed in years, she’d left. I smirked, adjusting my silk robe as I leaned against the doorway. “Poor Victor,” I mused. “Did your little pet finally slip her leash?” His sharp gaze snapped to me, dark with warning. “Not now, Elizabeth.” I laughed, stepping into the room. “Oh, but this is my favorite part. The moment you realize you’re not as untouchable as you think.” I traced a finger along his desk. “She never loved you, you know.” His expression darkened. “Shut up.” “She was waiting for an opportunity to escape.” I tilted my head. “Just like I did.” His jaw clenched. Good. Let him remember that I wasn’t one of his playthings anymore. But unlike Isla, I wasn’t running. I was coming back. Victor Morelli thought he could discard me. That I was just another woman to be forgotten once he was done using her. He was wrong. Because soon, I’d be standing exactly where I belonged. Right beside him.ISLA“I was raised in a world where love doesn’t exist,” I said quietly.Adrian didn’t interrupt. He just listened.“My father was a gambler. A bad one. And when he got into debt, he did what every selfish man does, he wanted to start selling my body to different men to pay off his debt but Morelli was the first customer he had and he didn't touch me instead we made a deal. He will pay off my father's debt and take me away from his cruel world, but only if I agree to do anything he wants. So he bought me to pay my father's debt and save me from cruelty but he became my worst nightmare.Adrian’s expression darkened slightly, but he stayed silent. I let out a bitter laugh. “He didn’t buy me out of love, Adrian. He bought me out of convenience. To him, I was just another possession to control. And when I refused to be obedient, he made sure I knew the consequences.”Adrian’s eyes darkened. “He hurt you?”I swallowed hard. “Not in the way you’re thinking. Victor doesn’t get his han
ISLAThe tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.Elena Russo stood there in her designer heels, her red-painted lips curved into an annoyingly perfect smirk.I recognized her immediately.I mean, who wouldn’t?She was practically a socialite princess, always appearing in magazines beside Adrian like they were some golden couple destined for each other.And now, she was here.Looking at me.Looking at my stomach.Her expression never faltered, but I saw the flash of something in her eyes.Disdain?Anger?Jealousy?I couldn’t tell.But I didn’t trust her.“Adrian,” she said, her voice smooth and possessive, like she had every right to be here. “Why didn’t you tell me you were back?”Adrian leaned against his desk, arms crossed.“I didn’t think I had to,” he said simply.I almost smirked.Almost.But then Elena turned her sharp gaze back to me.“And you,” she said sweetly, stepping closer. “How long have you been… in Adrian’s life?”I knew what she meant.She wanted to know how
ISLA povI always knew I had bad luck.But this?This was a whole new level of disaster.LATER AT NIGHT The penthouse was pitch black, and I was thirsty.So I made my way to the kitchen, half-asleep, reaching for the light switch.That’s when I heard it.A noise.My heart stopped.Then I saw a shadowy figure standing by the fridge.I froze.A thief.I didn’t even think.Didn’t hesitate.I grabbed the nearest heavy item I could weight, I lifted it over my head…..And swung.THWACK!The figure let out a loud curse and stumbled back.That’s when I finally turned on the lights.And saw Adrian.Adrian Kingston.Holding his head.With murder in his eyes.My stomach dropped. “Oh.”“Oh?” His voice was deadly. “You hit me with a frying pan.”“I—I thought you were a thief!”He exhaled sharply, looking up at the ceiling like he was praying for patience.Then, in a voice so calm it was terrifying, he said, “Go to your room before I change my mind about letting you live.”I ran.*********“I’m go
ISLA povI should have known Adrian wouldn’t be able to handle this.Men never could.The moment we got back to his penthouse, I could feel the tension radiating off him. His jaw was tight, his movements sharp and impatient as he stalked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water like it was the only thing keeping him from throwing me out.I tried to ignore him.Tried to focus on the fact that, for the first time in months, I wasn’t sleeping on a stiff mattress in a run-down motel. That I wasn’t watching my back every second, waiting for Victor Morelli’s men to find me and drag me back to hell.But it was hard to ignore Adrian Kingston.Especially when he turned his sharp gaze on me like I was a problem he couldn’t quite figure out how to solve.“You’re staying here,” he said finally. Not a question. A statement.I set my half-eaten sandwich down. “For how long?”His eyes flickered down to my stomach before snapping back up.“Until we figure out if you’re lying.”My chest tightened.
Adrian povI stood at the head of the table, surveying the room. "Good morning, shareholders. I trust you've all received the quarterly reports?"The shareholders nodded in unison.I got straight to the point. "Our profits are up 5% from last quarter, and we're on track to meet our annual projections."John raised his hand. "Mr knight, that's impressive, but what about the recent rumors of a potential merger with Smithson Inc.?"I maintained my neutral expression. "I can neither confirm nor deny those rumors. What I can tell you is that we're constantly exploring opportunities to expand our market share and increase shareholder value."Maria spoke up, her voice laced with skepticism. "But what about the potential risks involved in such a merger? We can't just ignore the concerns of our investors."I remained unfazed. "Risks are inherent in any business decision. I assure you, our team has conducted thorough analyses, and we're confident in our ability to deal with any challenges tha
ISLA POV I’d imagined this moment a thousand times. Walking into Knight Industries, standing face-to-face with Adrian Knight, and telling him the truth. None of my versions ended with me being thrown out by security. The second the words left my mouth, “I’m pregnant.” the entire lobby froze. Heads turned, whispers rippled through the air, and the receptionist’s smug expression faltered. Adrian stopped mid-stride. His tall, imposing figure towered over the rest of the room. Dressed in a crisp black suit, he looked every bit the powerful billionaire, completely untouchable. His sharp blue eyes locked onto me, unreadable, calculating. For a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in them. But then his gaze darkened. “Take her out,” he ordered. Two guards stepped forward. I took a shaky step back, pressing a hand to my stomach. “You can’t just ignore this,” I said, voice unsteady but determined. “This is your child.” Silence. Then, in the coldest voice I’d ever heard, he