Emma’s POV I was folding tiny baby clothes on the living room couch when the doorbell rang. Xander was out of town for a 48-hour investor retreat, and the apartment felt unusually quiet. Danielle had offered to stay with me, but I told her I needed the silence—to nest, to breathe, to just exist without a million voices pulling me in different directions. But when the bell rang again—persistent, sharp—I knew something was off. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I padded to the door, pressed the intercom. “Yes?” “Emma,” came the voice I never thought I’d hear again. “It’s… it’s your father.” My breath caught. No. No way. I stared at the speaker, frozen. “I—I know I shouldn’t have come here,” he continued, “but I just… I heard about the baby. And I needed to see you.” I didn’t open the door. Not right away. Instead, I stood there, my hand trembling over the lock, my thoughts a mess of betrayal, confusion, anger… and something else I didn’t want to name yet. --- When I finally l
Emma’s POV I never expected the news to break like this. It wasn’t a press conference. It wasn’t a carefully worded release from Blake & Rowe’s PR team. It wasn’t even a leaked tip. It was a photograph. Just one. Me and Xander, walking hand in hand outside the doctor’s office. His hand cradling my small but growing bump. My smile—soft, tired, and unmistakably maternal. That was all it took. By noon, it was everywhere. “Billionaire CEO’s Bride Expecting First Child” “Emma Davis-Blake’s Quiet Glow—A New Life, A New Beginning” “From Scandal to Serenity: The Fairytale Continues” The internet did what it always did. It roared. --- At first, I froze. I sat on the couch in Xander’s office, the tablet in my lap, my name trending, my inbox overflowing, and a nervous flutter in my chest that I couldn’t blame entirely on the baby. “Are you okay?” Xander asked, walking in. I looked up at him, unsure how to answer. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “This was supposed to be ours a l
Emma’s POVThe morning after the gala, the world buzzed with noise.The media wouldn’t shut up.Articles. Videos. Commentaries. Threads. Everyone had an opinion — about Diane, about the betrayal, about me. My name trended on Twitter for eight hours straight. They called me everything from “Queen of the Clapback” to “The Woman Who Outsmarted Manhattan.”But I didn’t care about any of that.Because I was still in bed.Wrapped in a blanket. Pressed into the steady warmth of Xander’s chest. His arms curled around me like a cocoon, one hand resting just over the curve of my belly, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the fabric of my robe.“I can’t believe it’s finally over,” I whispered.“Almost,” he replied. “But you… you’ve done the hard part. You didn’t just stand up for yourself. You made sure the world listened. That’s something to be proud of, Emma.”I closed my eyes and let those words wash over me.I was proud.Not just because Diane had been exposed or because I was finally free of
Emma’s POV We didn’t wait. There wasn’t time to sit around and hope Diane and Robert would self-destruct. People like them didn’t fall apart on their own — they had to be pushed. Hard. And this time, we weren’t just reacting. We were setting the rules. Xander called a family meeting that morning. It wasn’t dramatic or drawn out, just quiet resolve over coffee and toast in the sunlit dining room. “I want full security detail on Emma,” he said, glancing at Khal and Sophie. “No questions. No exceptions.” “What’s going on?” Sophie asked gently. Xander looked at me, letting me decide how much to say. “They’re digging into my pregnancy,” I told her. “And they’re planning something. We don’t know exactly what yet, but we’re close.” Sophie’s expression darkened. “They’ll have to go through us first.” And just like that, I didn’t feel so alone anymore. --- We moved quickly. Marcus, Xander’s PI, pulled together a timeline of movements — Caleb’s presence near my appointments, Rob
Emma’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.Even with Xander’s arm draped securely over my waist, his breath soft and rhythmic beside me, my mind refused to shut off. I stared at the ceiling, watching shadows shift as dawn crept into our bedroom.Bella’s words replayed in my mind like a haunting melody I couldn’t escape.“I think they’re coming after me next.”There was something about the tremble in her voice. Something that didn’t feel like a plea—it felt like a warning.By morning, I already knew what I had to do.---I chose the café for a reason—low foot traffic, big windows, good surveillance. The kind of place where people minded their business but still paid enough attention to notice if something went wrong.Xander didn’t argue with me when I told him where I was going.He just grabbed his coat.“We go together,” he said simply. “You’re not facing this alone.”I was glad. More than glad.His hand brushed mine during the drive. I didn’t pull away.---Bella was already there when we
Emma’s POV I didn’t sleep. Even with Xander’s arm wrapped protectively around me, my thoughts raced like fire through dry leaves. Bella’s voice haunted every corner of my mind—her fear, her desperation, her guilt. And that one ominous phrase: I think they’re coming after me next. By morning, I had already chosen the location. A quiet café in lower Manhattan, one with large windows, multiple exits, and good lighting. I told Xander everything, and he didn’t try to stop me. But he insisted on coming too. “We do this together,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Always.” --- Bella was already seated when we arrived—hood up, sunglasses on, fidgeting with her straw like it was the only thing tethering her to reality. She looked thinner, her skin dull, shadows beneath her eyes. When she saw me, her breath hitched. “Emma,” she breathed, like saying my name was both relief and punishment. Xander took the seat beside me, his protective presence like armor. “I wasn’t s