LOGINLILA’S POV I sat in the private suite at the hotel, staring at my reflection while the makeup artist brushed soft powder across my cheeks. The wedding was supposed to start in less than an hour. My hands would not stop trembling no matter how hard I tried to steady them. Mia stood beside me, fussing with a loose strand of my hair, her face tight with worry.A sleek black car had picked us up from her apartment earlier that morning. I had followed Zane’s instructions exactly, acting as if nothing had changed. But inside, my stomach twisted with doubt. His father’s brutal words from the night before still echoed in my head. He had called me a worthless commodity Ethan had already purchased for twelve million dollars. He had reminded me that women like me existed only to fulfill men’s obligations. The threats he made if I dared choose his son instead had left me cold with fear.Mia leaned closer, voice low so the stylists could not hear. “Are you really going through with this? It feels
ZANE’S POV Saturday morning arrived with bright sunlight pouring through the penthouse windows. I stood in front of the full-length mirror adjusting my tie, the custom black suit already perfectly tailored and waiting for me. Everything was in place. The plan I had set in motion over the last twenty-four hours hummed quietly beneath the surface, ready to unfold the moment I stepped into that venue. Lila was not getting married to my uncle today. No matter what my father thought or what Ethan believed, she would not walk down that aisle to him. She carried my child, and I refused to sit back and watch her be traded off like property while my baby grew inside her. At first this whole situation had started as something reckless, a way to push back against family expectations and steal moments with a woman who intrigued me. But now it had become something far deeper. The pregnancy changed everything. I wanted the baby. I wanted Lila. And I would not let anyone take that future from us
LILA’S POVI sat alone in the small bedroom at Mia’s apartment, legs tucked beneath me on the narrow bed while the clock on the wall ticked past midnight. Tomorrow had come. Saturday waited just hours away, the day I was supposed to stand in front of family and strangers and marry Ethan. The weight of that reality pressed down on my chest until every breath felt heavy.Zane’s father had called earlier in the evening, and his words still rang in my ears like sharp glass. He had spoken without any softness, delivering each sentence with cold brutality. He called me nothing but a piece of crap that the men in his family would pass around like a cheap toy. He reminded me that as a woman my only purpose was to fulfill the obligations placed on me by men. He knew about the twelve million dollars now. He knew Ethan had bought me outright, and he did not care one bit. In his eyes I had become a simple commodity, something paid for and therefore owned. He insisted I must marry Ethan because t
ZANE’S POV Evening settled over the penthouse, wrapping the living room in soft shadows while I sat on the wide leather couch with a glass of cold water in my hand. My assistant stood nearby, tablet in grip, running through the detailed schedule for the upcoming hockey tournaments and exhibition games that would shape the rest of the season. He listed practice times, travel arrangements, key matchups against rival teams, and recovery protocols, his voice steady and professional. I nodded at the right moments, but my mind wandered far from the ice. Every few seconds my thoughts pulled back to Lila, to the fear in her eyes yesterday at the bridal shop, to the way her body had shaken against mine in the car afterward. The bruise on my knuckles from punching Ethan still throbbed faintly, a constant reminder of how close things had come to spiraling completely out of control.My phone vibrated sharply on the coffee table. Father’s name lit up the screen once again. I stared at it for a
LILA’S POV I woke to soft morning light filtering through the penthouse curtains. The bed felt warm where Zane had lain beside me, but the space next to me stood empty now. Memories from yesterday crashed over me in a rush: Ethan’s tight grip on my arm, his mother’s cruel taunts, the bright lights of the bridal shop, and Zane storming in like a force of nature. My hand drifted to my stomach. The baby. Our baby. I had been too weak to fight back, too scared to protect us both. Guilt twisted sharp in my chest. I should have stood stronger. I should have found a way to speak up before things escalated.The wedding loomed closer than ever. Friday had arrived, and Saturday waited just one day away. I needed to decide fast, but every option felt like stepping off a cliff.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Mia’s name flashed across the screen. I answered quickly, voice still thick with sleep.“Mia?”“Oh my God, Lila, where have you been?” Mia’s words spilled out fast and worried. “I’ve bee
ZANE’S POV I stood in the kitchen of the penthouse, glass of water halfway to my lips, when my phone rang. The screen showed Connor’s name. He never called unless something serious had gone down at the office. I answered fast.“Zane, they took her,” Connor said, words tumbling out in a rush. “Lila has been taken by them. Oh my God, man you have to go get her. They just pulled up outside the building and forced her into their car. She looked terrified. They drove off fast.”My body locked up. The glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the tile. “Who exactly took her?”“Ethan,” Connor replied, breathing hard. “He looked dangerous, man. He gripped her arm like he owned her. His mother just stood there smirking the whole time. I got the plate number and everything.”Panic surged through my veins like fire. Lila carried my child. Ethan, the obsessive bastard who had paid millions just to trap her, now had her in his grasp. The thought of his hands on her made my vision tunnel.I b
LILA’S POV I woke up to sunlight slicing through the unfamiliar blinds and a body that felt thoroughly used. Every muscle ached in the best and worst way imaginable, between my legs throbbed with a dull sweet soreness that brought last night rushing back in vivid color. Zane’s mouth on me as his h
ZANE’S POV Her hand squeezed again and I nearly ran a red light. The feel of her palm pressing against my cock through the fabric sent fire straight up my spine. She was drunk as hell and giggling like this was all a game but every stroke of her fingers made my vision tunnel. I bit down hard on my
Lila’s POV I stumbled out of the cab and the cold air hit my face hard enough to make the world tilt. My phone kept buzzing in my bag but I ignored it and leaned against a brick wall to catch my breath. Snow fell soft and quiet around me and the streetlights blurred into halos. I knew what waited
Zane’s povI saw her the second she walked into Le Bernardin. Lila stood frozen just inside the door in a cheap black coat with her hair twisted up like she was trying to hide inside it. She looked small and lost and furious all at once. I knew she would come. I made sure of it. One call to her b







