ログインMalik’s POVThe rage inside me burned so violently I could barely think straight. “Sheikha Amira.” The maid’s trembling confession echoed repeatedly inside my head while I stared at the poisoned dinner tray. Amira tried to hurt Lily. Tried to hurt my child. Something dark and dangerous moved inside my chest at the realization. The maid continued crying on the floor while begging desperately for mercy, but I barely heard her anymore. My entire focus centered on one thing only. Protecting Lily. Just then, the bathroom door opened softly behind me. “What’s happening?” Lily asked in confusion. I turned around immediately. The moment I saw her standing there safe and unharmed, relief hit me so strongly it almost weakened my knees. Her blonde hair was slightly damp from washing her face, and concern filled her green eyes as she looked between the crying maid and me. I quickly stepped toward her before she noticed the poisoned food properly. “Lily,” I said soft
Malik’s POV “You can stay,” I told Amira coldly. “But do not mess with me.” The hallway suddenly felt heavier with tension. I stepped closer to her slowly, lowering my voice into something far more dangerous. “Because I do not forgive.” Most people feared me when I spoke in that tone. Amira didn’t even blink. Instead, she smiled calmly, as if my warning meant absolutely nothing to her. “Okay, Your Highness,” she replied smoothly. “Not at all.” But her eyes told a different story. There was calculation there. A challenge. And I hated it immediately. For a few long seconds, we stared at each other silently. Then finally I stepped away from Lily’s door completely. “Enjoy your stay,” I said flatly before walking off. The moment I turned the corner, Omar approached quietly. “You do not trust her,” he observed. “No.” The answer came instantly. Amira was intelligent. Too intelligent. Women raised in royal households learned very early how to smile while
Malik’s POV I barely slept that night. Actually, I wasn’t sure I slept at all. The large leather couch in my study had never felt uncomfortable before, but tonight every position felt wrong. My mind refused to rest. Too many thoughts crowded inside my head at once. Lily was pregnant. I was going to be a father. And somehow that single truth had changed everything about my life overnight. I stared tiredly at the untouched glass of whiskey sitting on my desk while early morning sunlight slowly filled the study. Usually, alcohol helped clear my thoughts after stressful nights. Tonight it did nothing. Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lily crying in my bedroom. Scared. Exhausted. Alone. Carrying my child while believing she had no one to depend on. Guilt sat heavily inside my chest. I should have been there. No matter how complicated my life was, no matter how impossible the situation seemed, Lily should never have faced this alone. A soft knock inter
Malik’s POV The moment I stepped into my private study, I loosened my tie aggressively and exhaled heavily. For the first time in years, I felt completely out of control. Lily was pregnant. Pregnant with my child. The thought still replayed endlessly inside my head like a storm refusing to calm. I walked toward the large glass window overlooking Manhattan while rubbing my jaw tiredly. The city lights below normally helped clear my mind after stressful meetings. Tonight they did nothing. Because all I could see was Lily sitting on my bed crying quietly while protecting her stomach with trembling hands. Terrified. Alone. And carrying my baby while working herself to exhaustion inside my own home. A sharp anger settled heavily inside my chest at the thought. Not toward her. Toward myself. I should have stayed that morning in the hotel. I should have at least left her a way to contact me. Instead, I walked away because it was easier. Because responsibility and
Lily Hart’s POV “You’re carrying my child.” Malik’s voice was low and filled with emotion as he stared at me. I sat frozen on the edge of his bed while tears rolled silently down my cheeks. The room suddenly felt too small for everything happening between us. The truth was finally out. No more disguises. No more lies. No more hiding. And somehow that terrified me more than before. Malik remained crouched in front of me, his dark eyes fixed on my face intensely. I could see the storm of emotions moving behind them. Shock. Anger. Fear. Confusion. But beneath all of it… something softer. Something dangerous. “Why?” he asked quietly. My throat tightened instantly. “What?” “Why didn’t you tell me?” The hurt in his voice caught me off guard. I blinked at him in disbelief. “You left before I even woke up.” His jaw tightened slightly. “That does not answer my question.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips through tears. “What exactly was I supposed to do, Mali
Lily Hart’s POV The entire ballroom spun around me. Voices became muffled. The bright golden lights above blurred together painfully while dizziness consumed my body completely. No. Not now. I tried to steady myself against the table, but my legs refused to cooperate. My breathing became uneven as panic rushed through me. Please don’t faint. Please don’t faint. But it was already too late. Strong arms caught me before I hit the floor completely. Gasps filled the ballroom around us. “Miss Hart!” someone shouted. My tray crashed loudly onto the marble floor as Malik held me tightly against him. One of his hands pressed protectively against my waist while the other supported my back. And then everything became worse. My wig slipped off completely. The large glasses fell seconds later, hitting the floor beside us. The ballroom went silent. Completely silent. Cold fear rushed through my body instantly. No. No no no. My real blonde hair spilled over
Isabella's POV I shoved the last suitcase into the back of my car and slammed the trunk shut with a loud bang. The sound echoed through the quiet parking garage, making me flinch slightly. My entire body felt exhausted. Not physically. Emotionally. I leaned against the car for a moment
Isabella’s POV I stared at the result portal on my laptop screen, my heart pounding so hard against my chest that I thought I might pass out. First Class. A shaky laugh escaped my lips as tears gathered in my eyes. I had done it. After four years of sleepless nights, endless lectures, skipp
Edwin forgot how to breathe. Arabella stood before him wrapped in candlelight and pale silk, her dark cloak pooled at her feet like surrender itself. For several dangerous seconds, he could only stare. God. She had come to him. Not by accident. Not through coincidence. But willingly
The storm kept us trapped in Cornwall for more than a week. Seven dangerous, intoxicating days alone with Sebastian Blackwood. And somehow, every single day only pulled me deeper into him. The rain never seemed to stop. Every morning I woke up tangled in his arms while thunder rolled outs







