MasukBy the time I arrived at Sinclair & Co., the building was already buzzing with activity. We were going back to court in two days. After the two week break from the case, everyone was working twice as hard to make sure we were ready for court. Files were being reviewed, witness statements were being organized and all the lawyers involved were going over every piece of evidence we had gathered against Eva. Hart Sullivan had become unexpectedly useful. Since agreeing to cooperate, he had been working closely with our legal team. His information had helped us fill in gaps we hadn’t known existed. Dates, names, messages and even places. Everything he knew about Eva’s schemes was slowly becoming another piece of the case. For the first time, I felt like we weren’t simply reacting to Eva anymore. We were building something concrete that could finally bring her down. I walked toward Margot’s office. Before I could knock, her voice came from inside. “Come in!” She must
Lucian got out of bed. I watched him walk toward the window. For a few seconds, he said nothing. His back was rigid, his hands were planted against the window frame. “Lucian.” I called after a moment. He turned around. “They know.” The words sent a chill through me. “I know.” “They know about the baby.” I nodded. “That’s what scares me.” He walked back toward me. “Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?” “I didn’t want to ruin our night.” I stated. “You should have told me.”I rolled my eyes trying my best not to get annoyed. “I know.” He sat beside me. His anger softened when he saw my face. “I’m not angry at you.” “I know.” “I just…” He paused, then let out a frustrated breath. “I don’t like the idea of someone following you.” “Neither do I.” Obviously. “And taking photographs of you.” “I know.” He looked at my flat stomach, then back at me. “Especially now.” I reached for his hand. “I was as careful as possible.” “How?” “My car.”
I woke up slowly. For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was. Until I felt the warmth beside me. I opened my eyes to see Lucian still asleep beside me.His face was turned slightly toward me, his dark hair messy against the pillow. I smiled. Yesterday came rushing back to me—the ultrasound, Lucian’s stunned expression, the tear that had slipped down his cheek, his arms around me. The memory of how he had carried me like I was the most precious thing in the world, and his voice when he had promised to protect me... to protect our baby. I placed a hand over my stomach. There was still nothing to feel—nothing to see. But I knew there was a tiny life inside me. Our baby. I couldn’t stop smiling. I turned onto my side and watched Lucian sleep. It was strange seeing him this peaceful. The man who carried the weight of a company like Dhark Holdings on his shoulders looked completely different when he slept. Younger. Softer. Almost boyish. His hand suddenly mo
Lucian stared at me. I had never seen him look so completely lost. His fingers tightened around the ultrasound photograph. “You’re…” His voice cracked. He swallowed, and tried again. “You’re pregnant?” I nodded. “Six weeks.” His eyes dropped to the photograph again. “Six weeks,” he repeated. I watched the realization slowly settle over him. The man who could negotiate billion-dollar deals without blinking suddenly looked like he had forgotten how to form a sentence. “Six weeks,” he said again. I laughed softly through my tears. “Yes.” Lucian looked at me again. And then something happened that I had never expected. A tear slipped down his cheek. My heart shattered. I had never seen Lucian cry. “Lucian…” He quickly wiped it away, almost embarrassed. “I don’t…” He laughed softly. “I don’t even know why I’m crying.” I stepped closer. “I think it’s because you’re happy.” He stared at me, then he pulled me into his arms. I barely had time to laugh be
The moment Laurel dropped me at the Dhark mansion, I knew something was different. The house was too quiet. Usually, there was always someone moving around. A housekeeper, a security guard, sometimes just someone carrying something through the halls. Tonight, there was nothing. I stepped inside. “Hello?” No answer. I frowned. “Camilla?” I called again. Still nothing. I turned toward the living room. It was empty. My heart suddenly began to beat faster. I took another careful step. “Lucian?” “I’m here.” I jumped. I turned around to see Lucian, standing at the end of the hallway. And smiled. The moment I saw him, something inside me loosened. He walked toward me. “You’re late.” “I know.” His eyes moved over me. “You okay?” I nodded. “I’m fine.” His gaze lingered on my face. “You don’t look fine.” I smiled. “I’m just tired.” He seemed unconvinced. But instead of questioning me, he reached for my hand. “Come with me.”
I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. It followed me through every corridor of Sinclair & Co. It followed me into every meeting, into every conversation. Every time I looked toward the windows, I found myself wondering if there was someone standing across the street. I tried to tell myself I was being paranoid. After all, I had spent the morning discovering that I was six weeks pregnant. I should have been thinking about the baby. About Lucian and how I was going to tell him. I should have been thinking about the future I had never thought I’d imagined for so long, but never thought I’d have. Instead, I kept thinking about that envelope. ‘Congratulations, Claire.’ ‘Six weeks already.’ I couldn’t get my mind off that photograph of me leaving the hospital that morning. Someone had been watching me. Someone had followed me. And somehow, they already knew I was pregnant. For several minutes, I stared at the documents on my desk. But the words







