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The new room was smaller. Darker.They had moved her again after the second video call blindfolded, wrists zip-tied so tightly the plastic bit into her skin. Lila’s bare feet scraped against rough concrete as two of Voss’s men half-dragged, half-carried her down a maze of corridors that smelled of rust and mildew. The torn silk of her gala dress clung to her thighs, cold and ruined.When the blindfold was yanked off, she found herself in a dimly lit st**Chapter 65: No Safe Place**The note in Sophia’s small, trembling hand felt like a live grenade.*“Sleep tight, little princess. Daddy can’t protect you forever. Choose which child we take next.”* A photo of Sophia sleeping peacefully in her bed, taken from inside her room, was clipped to it. The handwriting was neat. Clinical. Cruel.I held my daughter against my chest, rocking her as she cried. Lucian stood like a statue of rage, the note crushed in his fist. His freshly bandaged wounds and the lingering effects of the poison didn’t matter. The predator was fully awake.“No one touches my children,” he snarled to the head of security standing rigidly nearby. “I want every guard reassigned, every camera angle reviewed, and Thomas Reilly brought to me in chains within the hour. Find the breach.”Sophia’s sobs eventually quieted into hiccups. I kissed her dark hair, my free hand resting protectively over my lower abdomen where
**Chapter 64: New Life Amid Chaos**The estate felt like a fortress under siege. Every hallway had extra guards. Every window was locked and monitored. But inside our master bedroom, after the doctors had finally left and the children were asleep, it was just Lucian and me.I sat on the edge of our massive bed, staring at the small white stick in my trembling hands. Two pink lines. Clear. Undeniable.Pregnant.Again.After the devastating miscarriage months ago, after the fear and the grief that had nearly broken us, here was new life—tiny, fragile, fighting inside me while the world tried to tear our family apart.Lucian emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered, wearing only black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The bandages on his side and shoulder stood out starkly against his skin. His steel-gray eyes locked on me immediately, reading the tears on my cheeks and the test in my hands in a single heartbeat.“Li
**Chapter 63: Ambush**The world was a blur of shattered glass, gunfire, and Lucian’s solid body shielding mine in the wreckage.My ears rang violently as Lucian dragged me from the mangled SUV, his arm like a steel vice around my waist. Fresh blood trickled from the cut on his forehead, mixing with the sweat of exertion and lingering poison recovery. He shouldn’t have been moving like this. He should have been in bed, healing. Instead, he was roaring orders like the ruthless king he was.“Stay low!” he barked, firing two precise shots into the darkness. A masked assailant dropped behind a concrete pillar.Bella was already in motion, dragging Chuck behind cover while returning fire with deadly accuracy. “They’ve got us pinned! Extraction ETA ninety seconds!”Alexander and Maya had been in the rear SUV. I spotted them scrambling from their damaged vehicle, Alexander half-carrying Maya whose face was pale with terror. My heart clenched. Th
**Chapter 62: The Enemy’s Son** The midnight meeting felt like stepping into another trap disguised as hope. Our convoy moved silently through the shadowed back roads south of Miami, three armored SUVs with heavily vetted teams. I sat pressed against Lucian in the middle vehicle, his arm locked around my shoulders in that possessive way that had only intensified since Ryan’s visit and the poison scare. His body was still recovering, but the fire in him burned hotter than ever. “You stay right beside me the entire time,” he murmured against my temple, voice low and commanding. “No sudden movements. If anything feels off, we abort.” “I know,” I whispered, squeezing his thigh. Even after our passionate encounter earlier, tension radiated from him. The jealousy toward Ryan, the fear of losing me, and now this risky alliance with Derek’s son—it was all piling on the man who hated losing control. Bella rode in the
**Chapter 61: Old Friend, New Doubts**The weight of Ryan’s words settled over the medical suite like a shroud. *Damian wants her taken alive. He plans to make you watch while he breaks her.* My stomach churned. Lucian’s grip on my hand became iron, his recovering body radiating pure, lethal fury despite the lingering weakness from the poison.Ryan stood awkwardly near the door, hands in his pockets, looking every bit the concerned friend who had inserted himself back into our chaotic lives. His eyes flicked to me with genuine worry—the same steady gaze that had once comforted me during my darkest days with Ethan and Mira. But today, that gaze only seemed to pour gasoline on Lucian’s fire.“You’re sure about this?” Lucian’s voice was dangerously low, each word sharpened like a blade. He tried to sit up straighter, wincing as the movement pulled at his stitches.Ryan nodded. “I’ve been running independent surveillance for weeks. Quietly. I didn’t w
Chapter 60: Buried Truths The medical suite had become a battlefield. Alarms blared in a deafening symphony as Dr. Harlan and two nurses fought to stabilize Lucian. I stood frozen at the side of the bed, clutching his burning hand, my own heart hammering in terror. Bella remained on the opposite side, her face a mask of controlled panic—the same expression Lucian wore when facing down enemies. “Push the epinephrine,” Dr. Harlan ordered sharply. “We’re losing him!” “No!” The word tore from my throat. I leaned over Lucian, pressing my forehead to his. “You fight, damn you. You do not get to leave us now. Not when your daughter finally has the chance to know the truth.” His body convulsed once more, then went terrifyingly still. For one heart-stopping second, the monitors flatlined before the doctor shocked him back. The steady beep returned—weak, but there. Then the door burst open. Bella’s conta
Chapter 42The boardroom at Reed Enterprises felt like a battlefield.I stood at the head of the long glass table in the same black dress I had worn earlier, my hands clasped tightly in front of me to hide their trembling. The room was packed with grim-faced executives, lawyers,
Chapter 41The clinic room had turned into chaos.Doctors and nurses swarmed around Lucian’s bed as the monitors screamed in alarm. His body jerked once, twice, under the defibrillator pads as they tried to shock his heart back into rhythm. I stood frozen at the foot of the bed,
Chapter 40 The clock on the wall read 11:53 p.m. Seven minutes until midnight. Seven minutes until Voss’s men would kill my mother if I didn’t go on live television and publicly betray Lucian claiming he forced me, that the relationship was n
Chapter 39The private clinic room felt smaller with every passing minute.I sat beside Lucian’s bed, my hand wrapped tightly around his, refusing to let go even as the hours dragged on. The heart monitor beeped steadily, a constant reminder that he was still fighting, still cli







