ログインSEBASTIAN'S POVI woke up the next day with a migraine.The bedroom was still dark, early morning light just beginning to filter through the curtains. I could feel Isabella stirring beside me, her hand sliding across my chest."Last night was incredible," she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin. "We should have sex every morning too, baby."I gently moved her hand away and sat up. "I have an early meeting.""Sebastian..." Her voice took on that sultry tone she used when she wanted something. "The meeting isn't until nine. We have time for a quick round.""I need to shower," I replied, standing up and heading toward the bathroom without looking back.I could feel her disappointment from across the room, but I wasn't in the mood. My mind was already racing through the day ahead—the legal team meeting, the quarterly reports, and the constant pressure of running a company.By the time I came downstairs, Isabella was in the kitchen making
SEBASTIAN'S POVThe image of Vanessa wouldn't leave my head.Even after calling Adrian, the private investigator, even after the endless, frustrating meetings that filled my entire workday, Vanessa's image was burned into my mind like a brand I couldn't shake.The way she'd walked into that boardroom today in that dress that hugged every curve of her body. Seven years ago, she'd been thin—too thin from working triple shifts and skipping meals to save money. But now she had curves that made my mouth go dry.Her breasts were fuller, straining against the fabric of that expensive dress in a way that was impossible to ignore. And her hips—God, the way that dress had clung to her body as she walked had made every man in that boardroom take notice, whether they'd admit it or not.She'd never looked like that when she was my wife. I'd never really looked at her that way because she'd just been Vanessa—my boring wife who I'd convinced myself couldn't give me what I needed.Back then, she'd wo
SEBASTIAN'S POVIsabella didn't speak.She didn't even move an inch.For a heartbeat, the only sound in the room was the faint hum of the chandelier above us.She just stared at me—her eyes narrowing, her lips parting slightly, as if she needed a second to process what I'd just said. Her arms slowly folded across her chest, the diamonds on her wrists catching the light as she tilted her head.Finally, she let out a quiet breath."Do you really think Vanessa and your brother will just agree to a paternity test?" she questioned, her voice carrying a slight tremor."I don't need them to agree. I have men who can get it done once I give the go-ahead. If Elijah is my son, I will prove it."Something in Isabella's expression shifted—jealousy, fear, insecurity, all tangled into one. She stepped closer, her shoulders stiff, and her eyes locked on mine."And then what?" Her tone sharpened—less curious, and more threatened. "If the boy is your son, what exactly are you planning to do?"I didn't
SEBASTIAN'S POVMy black Mercedes rolled smoothly through the gates of Warrington Estate, and I stared out the window at the sprawling mansion that had been my home for years.And yet today, it felt suffocating.The car came to a stop in the circular driveway, and my driver immediately stepped out to open my door. I climbed out without acknowledging him and walked toward the entrance where my butler was already waiting."Good evening, Mr. Sebastian," Thomas greeted, bowing slightly. "Welcome home, sir."I walked past him without responding."Shall I have the chef prepare dinner, sir?" Thomas continued, following behind me. "Or perhaps you'd prefer—""I'll let you know!" I interrupted sharply.The grand foyer opened up before me—marble floors so polished I could see my reflection, dual staircases curving up to the second floor, and a massive chandelier hanging from the ceiling that had cost more than most people's houses.Three maids were dusting the banister, and they immediately stop
VANESSA'S POVMy face burned hot when Nicholas caught me staring at his half-naked body.God, he was so hot.I'd tried not to notice for seven years—the broad shoulders, the hard muscles on his chest and stomach, and the hair that went down into his pants. But now he stood there shirtless and I couldn't stop looking.Heat spread between my legs."I—I didn't mean to—I should have knocked—""This is your room too," he reminded me smoothly and grabbed a shirt from the bed but didn't put it on. His muscles moved and I wanted to touch them. "You don't need to knock, Vanessa."It felt like he was teasing me and liked watching me squirm while I stared at his body."I just came to—" I couldn't think straight while looking at his bare chest and the way his skin looked in the light."You came to what?" Nicholas stepped closer but still didn't put on his shirt. "What did you come to do, Vanessa?"I couldn't speak. My mouth went dry as I looked at him—his throat, his collarbones, and those shou
VANESSA'S POVNicholas waited for my answer, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made the air feel insane."Can you control yourself around me, Vanessa?" he asked again, and this time his voice dropped even lower—darker, and more dangerous.He took a step closer.Then another.Until he was close enough that I could smell his cologne—something expensive and masculine that made my head spin. He was close enough that I had to tilt my head back slightly to maintain eye contact."Because if you can't..." Nicholas leaned in, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "...then maybe we should sleep in separate rooms instead."My entire body went rigid.Every part of my body suddenly felt hypersensitive—aware of how close he was, how his chest was almost touching mine, and how one small movement would close the distance between us completely."I'm not interested in you, Nicholas," I murmured, forcing my voice to sound steady even though my heart was racing. "Of course, I can c







