로그인[Alice's POV]Lily’s two thugs moved in and hauled me to my feet roughly, but with an unexpected carefulness, as if they'd been given specific instructions about how to move me. One of them stepped behind my back while the other held my shoulders. I heard a click, a soft mechanical snap, and then something hard was pressed flat against my sternum, just above my breasts.The contraption felt cold against my chest, and I caught my breath. I could feel the chill seeping through the fabric of my clothing.The thing was heavy. Glancing down, I detected the unmistakable texture of molded plastic and metal components.A harness was tightened across my back. Buckles clicked into place, four of them, two on each side, pulling the device flush against my upper body. I didn't
[David's POV]"I choose both," I said. "Lily is carrying my child. I'm not abandoning her. But I'm not leaving Alice to die, either. Whatever it takes, whoever I have to call, whatever it costs — I'm bringing them both home!”Adam's jaw worked. I could see the calculations running behind his eyes. The suspicion, the hesitation, the urge to reject anything I said on principle because the principle had become more important than the practical reality.Then something shifted. Something small but decisive, like a tectonic plate settling into a new position."You're not going alone!" he exclaimed."I don't recall inviting you."
[David's POV]The question hit me like a physical blow. Not because of its content, but because of the way he asked it. There was no nuance in his voice. No acknowledgment of the complexity, no recognition of the fact that both of the women at risk, were carrying my child. He asked it the way you'd ask someone to choose between saving a stranger or saving nothing."Lily is pregnant," I said."I know she's pregnant." Adam's voice was low, controlled, dangerous in a way I had never heard before.In all his business dealings, I had seen Adam Ballard negotiate with cold precision, dismantle opponents with surgical verbal precision, and maintain absolute composure in situations that would have broken lesser men. I had never once seen him lose his temper.
[David's POV]The scotch was a 2018 Macallan, and I was on my second pour when the phone rang.Not my personal cell phone — the landline in my study. The one almost no one had the number for. I looked at the handset on the desk, frowning. Lily had gone home to rest. The press conference had exhausted her — or rather, her performance of exhaustion had exhausted her, which was a distinction I had learned not to examine too closely.Adam was sitting across from me, in the leather armchair by the window. He had arrived an hour ago, unannounced, which was unusual. Adam Ballard didn't do unannounced. He scheduled everything — meetings, calls, meals, even emotions, as far as I could tell — and the fact that he had shown up at my door without warning told me something was wrong before he even opened
[Alice's POV]"It's done," she said. "The call has been made. David has twenty minutes to decide."I could sense her crouching in front of me again. This time, she reached out and — with a swift, almost casual motion — pulled the blindfold off.The light was blinding. Not bright light — dim, fluorescent, the kind of flat institutional lighting you find in parking garages and storage facilities. But after the absolute darkness, even dim light was agony. I squinted, my eyes watering, and it took several seconds for the room to resolve into focus.Concrete walls. Low ceiling. No windows. A single metal door. Two men standing near it — large, expressionless, dressed in dark clothing, their faces obscured by the hoods of their jackets. A chair in the corner where Lily had been sitting. And in front of me, close enough to touch, Lily herself.She looked exactly as she had at the press conference. White dress. Hair down. Gold chain at her throat. The tiny swell of her stomach visible beneath
[Alice's POV]"No, Alice." Her voice was patient now. Informative. Just like a school teacher. The voice of someone explaining something obvious to a slow child."I solved a problem. There's a difference. Zorro was a liability. He had outlived his usefulness, and he was about to become an active threat. In any other context — in business, in politics, in war — removing a threat is not murder. It's strategy. It's survival."I heard her stand up from the chair. Footsteps — slow, deliberate, circling me. I tracked her by sound alone, turning my head slightly as she moved, maintaining what little awareness I could without my sight."But we're not here to talk about Zorro," she said, and the playfulness was back, light and cruel. "Zorro is over. Zorro is done. Zorro is a footnote — if that. By the time the police release his name, no one will care, because the story will have moved on. David and I will be planning a wedding. The baby will be due in a few months. And you..."She stopped. Ri
[Alice‘s POV]Thankfully, the oppressive noise in the hospital room finally quietened. Everyone seemed to want to say their piece while I just wanted to be left alone, to regain my strength.“Professor, thank you.” I leaned back against the pillows, feeling weak and drained.Professor Lawrence sat
Lily’s POVWalking out of that hospital room, the light in the long corridor struck me as pale and unreal. My hands couldn’t stop trembling.It wasn’t because of the cold, but because of the humiliation of my soul being stripped bare and exposed for all to ogle.Being publicly ignored like that, th
[Alice's POV]This feeling of loss of control rapidly bloomed in the bathroom. His blood-tasting kiss traveled all the way down from my lips, burying itself in the hollow of my neck, nipping sensitive flesh almost vengefully. Searing nerve endings along my skin became reawakened from a too long slu
Alice‘s POVHe was standing over me in an unconscious act of intimidation. He was seeking validation.I leaned back against the pillow and looked up at him, with a pitying smile. Where to start, I wondered.“David, it’s not that I’m hiding something from you,” I said on a weak breath, each word str







