LOGIN"What do you mean by that?I won't let you blackmail me into doing something I don't want to do." "What if I decide to expose your father's sins? I would tell the world what he had done and I'm sure the outcome would be very disastrous to his company. And it would be your fault for not helping him when you could." I sighed breathing in deeply, looking up to meet his eyes with a scorn on face. "Give the paper to me. I will sign it, but I'm changing this to a year and nothing more." "Oh my little flower. You would be mine forever, mine to tame and own." "I hate you so much. And I would make sure you pay for this."
View MoreDominic POV:I didn’t really want to ask her if she had a good sleep. Honestly, I’ve asked that question plenty of times already.That morning, I noticed her coming down the stairs, her hair still slightly wet from a shower, wearing one of those old sweaters I thought she had tossed out. She didn’t say a word when she sat at the table; she just quietly added sugar to her tea, no milk, like she always does.She hadn’t touched the flash drive since that night, and she hadn’t mentioned the letters either. But something felt different. Her silence wasn’t as icy today; it had a new vibe to it.I waited for her to glance at me just once before I spoke up.“Want to go for a walk later?” just like yesterday. I really wanted us to have a solid connection. Lately, I couldn’t shake the thought of her, especially now that her body was changing with our child. I found myself thinking about her curves more than I should have. I would give anything just to run my hands over her.She didn’t immediate
Lena POV:I didn't get any sleep.Not even a wink. I tried, but my mind and body were buzzing from everything I discovered in that drawer. My thoughts wouldn’t chill out, not for a moment. I ended up sitting on the edge of my bed for hours, holding those letters and just staring at the wall.By the time morning rolled around, my eyes felt like they were on fire, my throat hurt from crying, and I still had the flash drive clenched in my fist, as if I was afraid someone might take it.I didn’t confront Dominic.I didn’t march into his room or shove the papers in his face. No yelling. No demands for answers. I just… kept quiet.And observed.---The kettle whistled while I was in the kitchen. My hand trembled a bit as I poured hot water into my mug. The house felt thick with silence, but not in a bad way. It was just… peaceful.I heard him coming before he walked in.Usually, he’d stroll in like he owned the place, no warning and no care. But this time, he paused at the door. I looked up
Dominic POV:---The phone rang just after nine.I was hanging out in my office, the place silent except for the sound of the air conditioning. Everyone else was either asleep or pretending to be. I thought about letting it ring, but something about the number lighting up my screen made my stomach knot.I decided to answer.“Dominic,” a raspy voice came through before I could speak. “We’ve got a situation.”It took me a moment to recognize him, Jorge Mendez. He was the guy who helped with Emma’s first move, handling all the paperwork, logistics, and that quiet transfer to the facility. I hadn’t heard from him in almost three years.“What’s going on?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.There was a pause. I could almost hear him take a breath.“Someone’s been snooping around. They showed up at my brother-in-law’s garage last week. Didn’t say much, just kept asking if I knew anything about a girl who went missing around the time of the Boston fire.”Emma.“Can you describe them?”“Tall.
Lena POV: Sleep eluded me.Even with the curtains tightly closed and the dim light from the hallway lamp Dominic insisted on leaving on “just in case," I couldn’t find rest. I wasn’t sure what he was preparing for, he never struck me as someone who feared nightmares.I lay on my side on the bed, my fingers gently resting on my stomach. Though there was no movement inside yet, I liked to imagine it was happening. I found comfort in the thought that even amid the stillness, something within me was pushing ahead, while the chaos outside felt like it had come to a standstill.Earlier that evening, he had handed me a folded note without a word. He simply placed it in my palm and stood there, arms crossed, as if bracing himself for something.It turned out to be a list. He had written it down by hand—neatly, with his precise, controlled script. Names like “Isla,” “Arden,” “Luca,” “Sera.”He didn’t ask me to choose. He didn’t express any preferences. He just left the list with me and walke






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