ログインClover’s POV I look over at my mother. “Say what?”She’s crying, shaking, and my father is rubbing her back.She wipes her tears. “Rosa… Rosa was your nanny. Or… she became your nanny.”Her voice trembles, but she keeps going.“She was in her early twenties when we hired her. We had an opening for a maid at the time, this was when I was pregnant with you, Lucas. She did a really good job… really good.”She pauses, trying to steady herself.“As time went on, Lucas took a liking to her. This was after you were born of course, Lucas. She stayed on, and we talked all the time. She became… a friend.”I glance at Lucas briefly, then back at her.“Lucas already had a nanny, Talia,” my mom continues. “She had her hands full with him, he was three when I got pregnant again. When I had Breanna, Rosa stepped in more. She talked about helping her family, her sisters… said she was finally making decent money.”My mom exhales shakily.“She had a boyfriend too. She wanted to move out of her mother’
Lucas’s POV As Emily and I arrive at the police station, I can’t help the nervous feeling settling in my chest. I don’t know what they’re going to tell us. I don’t know what this is about.I sigh as I get out of the car and walk around to help Emily out.She looks up at me. “Are you okay?”“Yeah,” I say. “I can’t do nothing but be okay.”She shrugs. “Ain’t that the truth.”I take her hand, lock the car, and we walk inside.We go straight to the front desk. The woman behind the glass looks up at us.“Can I help you?”“Hi, my name is Lucas Blackwood. I’m here to meet with Detective Torres.”She nods. “Okay, go ahead and have a seat, please.”“Thank you.”Emily and I sit down, and not even a minute later, I see my father and mother walking in.I stand up immediately.“Hey, Dad.”We do a quick bro son hug, and then I hug my mom and kiss her on the cheek. Emily hugs my mom and gives my dad a quick hug too.My dad looks around. “So what are we waiting for?”“We’re waiting for Detective Tor
Clover’s POVAs everyone started to simmer down and the voices lowered, I took a deep breath.“Okay, everyone, listen up. Lucas just called. We need to be at the LA Police District 1 at 1 p.m. Detective Torres wants to talk to all of us, including my parents.”Zade looked at me. “So is this about the kidnapping? I still don’t understand how they were able to kidnap you when you were a toddler.”I shrugged. “Shit, I don’t know, Zade. Maybe… hopefully we’ll figure it out today. And if we don’t… then who knows.”He sighed and pulled me closer.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bennett watching. Watching too long.I exhaled slowly. “Well, what I am going to do is take a long shower and get ready. Since I won’t be going to work today. And Zade, you should probably go home and change.”He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Uh, no I’m not. Mr. Gerald, you got some joggers and a t-shirt I can borrow?”Mr. Gerald chuckled. “Yeah, I do.”Grandma Lola added, “And if you need underwear, check
Zade’s POV As that prick sits there and stares at me like I owe him something… like I did something to him… like I took something away from him, I look him dead in the eye and put my arm around Clover as I continue to eat.Because he is not scaring me.I don’t give a fuck how buff he is, or how much of a security guard, army brat, whatever the hell he is. I don’t care if he was in the army. None of that matters.This is my wife. Today, tomorrow, and the next day.I keep eating like nothing’s wrong.Grandma Lola clears her throat.“So, um… yeah, let’s go ahead and break this up right now. Let’s continue to eat breakfast. Zade, sit back and eat your food. Bennett, I hope the food is good and to your liking.”He keeps staring at me, completely ignoring her.She clears her throat again, louder this time.Slowly, he turns toward her.“The breakfast is amazing. You and Mr. Gerald cook very well.”She nods.“Well, thank you so much. I already put Terrence’s food to the side for him, so when
Clover’s POVAs I wake up wrapped up in Zade’s arms, I actually feel content… like really content.And I don’t even know what to say.I know that pretty much Zade and I are supposed to be separated. I know that. I know I’m still in love with him, really in love with him. And this… this just proved it.I mean, we’ve always had pretty decent sex, but this?This was great.I sigh as I roll over into him, and he immediately wraps his other arm around me, pulling me closer. He kisses my forehead and goes right back to sleep.I laugh softly.As I see the sunlight peeking in through the window, I tap him as much as I can get my arm to move.“Hey…”“I have to go to the bathroom. The baby’s on my bladder.”He groans, rolling over and releasing me. I quickly hop up and try to run to the bathroom, but my legs are sore as hell, so I end up walking slow.Real slow.I finally make it to the toilet, do my business, wash my hands, wash my face, then grab a large t-shirt and a pair of shorts.I glance
Explicit Scenes Ahead Zade’s POVThe house was quiet, but definitely sleep wasn’t coming.I lay in the guest room bed, staring at the ceiling, the faint sound of the TV from the family room where Bennett sat like a damn watchdog. He wanted her. I saw it every time he looked at her. But Clover was still my wife and pregnant with my child so he can fuck all the way off.I waited until the house settled, until the only sound was the low hum of whatever Bennett was watching. Then I slipped out of bed in nothing but my black boxer briefs, moved silently down the hall, and crept up the stairs.Her room door was cracked open just enough. I pushed it gently and stepped inside. Clover slept on her side, facing away from me. She wore one of those oversized shirts that swallowed her frame, the hem riding up to show the curve of her ass in those tiny boy shorts. Her belly was round and perfect with our baby, pressed against the mattress. My chest tightened at the sight.I closed the door behin
Third Person POV Flashback Continued As the weeks passed, Brittany slowly adjusted to her new reality. On the surface, things seemed… fine. She had settled into a routine, learning the rhythms of the household and performing her duties without complaint. To maintain appearances, she told Cynthia
Third Person POVFlashback ContinuedThree weeks later…Reality hit.And it didn’t come softly.It came all at once.Because in Brittany’s mind, when she packed her life up and followed John to Los Angeles, she thought she had finally made it.She thought it was going to be easy.Soft.Beautiful.P
Third Person POV Flashback ContinuedSeven weeks later, the desert heat pressed down like it had something to prove.The kind of heat that didn’t just sit on your skin, it seeped into your bones.And Brittany was right in the middle of it.Working.Moving.Smiling.Surviving.She had landed a job
Third Person POVFlashback Continued — The Next DayThe night had ended exactly how Brittany didn’t want it to.Not with attention.Not with control.Not with John.But with her standing on the outside, watching everything she thought was supposed to be hers… happen for someone else.After prom, wh







