Secret of the Past

Mia’s POV

I couldn’t shake the pregnancy test from my mind. Two pink lines that changed everything. I was carrying Damien Voss’s child, yet the secrets surrounding him grew heavier with every passing hour.

The anonymous messages wouldn’t leave me alone. Check the sealed files in his private safe.

While Damien took an important call in his study, I saw my chance. Heart hammering in my chest, I slipped quietly into his home office. The room smelled of leather and power. With trembling fingers, I moved the painting and opened the hidden safe. The click sounded too loud in the silence.

I pulled out a thick folder labeled “Sophia.” Photographs spilled across the desk. A beautiful woman with a gentle smile, her hand resting protectively on her rounded pregnant belly. Damien stood beside her, looking at her with genuine warmth and affection — an expression I had rarely seen from him.

Other documents followed: police reports detailing a car accident, crime scene photos, and a newspaper headline: “Tragic Accident Claims Life of Billionaire’s Fiancée.”

Tears stung my eyes. Was this the truth, or carefully crafted lies designed to destroy us?

I was so absorbed in the papers that I didn’t hear the footsteps until it was too late.

“Mia.”

Damien’s voice was low and dangerous. He filled the doorway, his dark eyes locked on the papers scattered across the desk. The small office suddenly felt suffocating. There was no escape.

“You went through my things,” he said quietly, stepping closer. We were trapped together in the confined space, the weight of his presence pressing down on me.

“I had to know the truth,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “The messages about Sophia… you said Harrington killed her, but these files—”

He closed the distance in two strides and shut the safe with a heavy click. “Sophia was carrying my child,” he said, pain flashing across his usually controlled face. “Harrington’s men ran her car off the road two years ago. I’ve spent every day since then hunting him. That’s why I needed this contract marriage. Why I pushed so hard for an heir — to protect my empire before he could destroy everything I built.”

His hand moved gently to rest on my stomach. The touch was surprisingly tender, almost reverent. “But you’re becoming more than a contract to me, Mia. You and this child… you’re giving me something I thought I’d lost forever.”

For a moment, the ruthless billionaire seemed almost human — vulnerable. My heart twisted with conflicting emotions. Part of me desperately wanted to believe him and lean into his warmth. Another part, the scared and pregnant part, screamed to run far away while I still could.

Then my phone buzzed on the desk. Another unknown message appeared.

Unknown: He’s lying. Sophia tried to leave him. He had her killed. The real proof is in the red folder. Get out while you still can.

Damien read it over my shoulder. His expression darkened into cold fury.

“Someone close to me is betraying us,” he growled, pulling me firmly against his chest. “From now on, you don’t leave my side. We stay together — day and night. No more secrets.”

His arms tightened around me, leaving no room for escape. Forced into this dangerous proximity with the man who both terrified me and drew me in like no one else ever had.

As his hand remained protectively on my belly, one question consumed me:

Could I trust the father of my unborn child… or had I married a killer?