LOGINFor the rest of the day, Elena couldn't stop thinking about the phone call.
The Vale family. A part of her wanted to ignore everything and continue living as Elena Sterling. But another part knew that life no longer existed. Adrian had made sure of that. She was sitting in the library when a sudden wave of dizziness hit her. The room spun slightly. Elena grabbed the edge of the table and closed her eyes. This was the third time it had happened that day. First the nausea. Then the dizziness. Now the headache. Something wasn't right. A knock sounded on the door. Before she could answer, Damian walked in. His eyes immediately narrowed. "You look pale." "I'm fine." "You said that yesterday." Elena tried standing, but another wave of dizziness forced her back into her seat. Damian knew something was wrong. Five minutes later, she found herself sitting inside a private hospital owned by Damian's company. "I don't need a doctor," she complained. The doctor smiled politely. "Let's make sure of that." An hour later, Elena regretted agreeing to the visit. The doctor entered the room carrying a file. A strange smile appeared on her face. "Congratulations, Mrs. Sterling." Elena frowned. "For what?" "You're pregnant." Her world stopped that very moment. For several seconds, Elena simply stared at the doctor. She must have heard wrong. Pregnant? That wasn't possible. Or maybe it was. Her mind immediately went back to the calendar on her phone. Her missed period. The constant nausea. The exhaustion. The signs had been there all along. The doctor continued speaking, but Elena barely heard anything. Only one thought filled her mind. A baby. She was carrying a baby. When the doctor finally left, the room became silent. Damian was still standing by the window. Watching her. Waiting. Elena slowly looked up. "I didn't know." Damian nodded. Neither of them spoke for a moment. Then the question she had been avoiding finally appeared. Who was the father? Adrian? Or Damian? The timing was too close. Too confusing. Too dangerous. Elena's hands moved to her stomach instinctively. A baby changed everything. Her future. Her plans. Her revenge. Everything. "Do you want to keep it?" Damian's voice was unusually gentle. Elena looked down at her stomach again. Despite the shock, despite the fear, her answer came immediately. "Yes." There was no hesitation. No doubt. This child was innocent. The baby had done nothing wrong. Damian studied her face carefully. Then he nodded. "Good." Elena frowned. "Good?" "If anyone tries to hurt you or that child, they'll answer to me." His tone was calm, but there was something dangerous underneath it. For the first time since arriving at his mansion, Elena didn't know what to think of Damian Blackwood. One moment he was cold. The next, he was protecting her. It didn't make sense. Her phone suddenly rang. The screen lit up. Adrian Sterling. Her heart skipped. This was the first time he had called since she left. Damian noticed the name immediately. The room became quiet. The phone continued ringing. Once. Twice. Three times. Finally, Elena answered. "Hello?" Adrian's voice came through immediately. "Where are you?" Elena almost laughed. After everything that happened, that was his first question. "I'm fine." "That's not what I asked." His tone was sharp. Controlling. Familiar. For the first time, Elena realized how much she hated it. "Why are you calling?" There was a brief silence. Then Adrian spoke. "You left something behind." Elena frowned. "What?" Another pause. Then Adrian said the last thing she expected to hear. "Your pregnancy test." Elena's blood ran cold. Because she had never taken one. So how did Adrian know she might be pregnant and what test was he talking about?Damian's security team traced the call within thirty-six hours. A burner phone, purchased in cash, activated for eleven minutes and never used again. Untraceable, technically. But the store it came from sat two blocks from a building Damian recognized immediately — the old Sterling Holdings satellite office, the one Adrian had quietly shut down during the restructuring. "That doesn't mean Adrian's involved," Elena said, reading the report over Damian's shoulder. "I didn't say it did." He set the tablet down. "But someone who used to have access to that building did." "Marcus." Damian looked up. "You know that name?" "No." Elena frowned. "But Vanessa's been different this week. Distracted. My assistant mentioned she canceled two meetings and left the office early yesterday without telling anyone where she was going." "You're still keeping tabs on Vanessa." "I'm keeping tabs on the people who might hurt me. She qualifies." Elena crossed her arms. "She always has." Damia
Vanessa didn't sleep.She lay in the dark replaying four words until they lost their shape. *I already do.*Adrian had said it so plainly. Like a fact. Like something he'd decided a long time ago and simply hadn't bothered to mention.She told herself it didn't matter.It mattered.By six she gave up on sleep entirely and sat at her kitchen table with her phone face-down in front of her, as though not looking at it might undo the message still sitting there.*Tomorrow, we talk.*Tomorrow was today.The address came at nine. No explanation. Just a pin dropped on a map, a small café on the edge of the financial district, far enough from Blackwood Group and Sterling Holdings that no one from either building would recognize her walking in.She almost didn't go.But not going meant waiting. Waiting meant wondering. And Vanessa had spent three months wondering who knew what she'd done — whether it was Adrian's driver, or the assistant she'd bribed, or someone at the clinic who'd talked when
Elena stayed quiet for several minutes after the call ended. Damian was still holding her hand, his thumb moving gently across her knuckles, as though he could calm the fear gathering inside her.She hated that she was frightened — not because of the caller, but because she had finally started feeling safe. And now someone had reminded her that maybe she wasn't."Damian.""I'm here.""Who do you think it was?""I don't know. And I don't know if they were watching you either.""That's not very reassuring.""I know. But I'm not going to lie to you just to make you feel better."She looked back at him. "Thank you."He squeezed her hand. "We'll find out who it was."Elena nodded, and instead of letting the fear consume her, she took a deep breath. "I don't want this to control me. I don't want to start hiding in this house again. I've already spent too much of my life running."Damian's expression softened. "Then don't run.""I won't."For the first time since the call, she smiled.That e
Elena woke the next morning feeling strangely peaceful.For the first time in weeks, she hadn't dreamed about her past. She hadn't woken up wondering what she had forgotten or what secret would surface next. She had simply slept — deep, dreamless, and whole. Somehow, that felt like a gift.She sat up and looked around her room. The wooden box was still on the table, her father's letter safely inside. She smiled faintly. She wasn't ready to forget the past, but she was beginning to understand that she didn't have to live inside it either.After getting dressed, Elena walked downstairs. Damian was already there, standing near the windows with a cup of coffee in his hand, sifting through a few documents. When he heard her footsteps, he looked up, and his eyes softened immediately."Good morning.""Good morning.""You slept."Elena smiled. "How did you know?""You don't look exhausted."She laughed. "Is that your way of saying I usually look terrible?""That's exactly what I'm saying."Sh
Elena barely slept that night.She lay awake, staring at the ceiling while everything that had happened over the past few days replayed in her mind.Her grandfather.Her parents.The memories that were slowly returning.The letter her father had left behind.She turned onto her side and looked at the small wooden box sitting on the table beside her bed.She had opened it so many times over the years but tonight, it felt different.For the first time, she no longer saw it as a box filled with painful memories.It felt like a piece of home.Elena slowly sat up, and reached for the box and opened it.The silver bracelet caught the moonlight. Beside it was her father's letter. She picked it up carefully.She had already read it several times, but the words still made her chest ache.You are my daughter before you are an heiress.She smiled sadly.Her father had known her so well.Even before she grew up and chose to hide her wealth, he had understood that the Vale name should never decide
"Someone was there that night."Elena's voice trembled through the phone.Damian's heart tightened.He had heard fear in her voice before, but this was different.This wasn't fear of Adrian.It wasn't fear of Vanessa.It wasn't even fear of the uncertainty surrounding her past.This was the fear of remembering something she had spent years forgetting."Elena," Damian said gently, "where are you?""At home.""Are you with your grandfather?""Yes.""Good. Stay with him."There was a brief silence.Then Elena whispered,"Damian...""I'm coming."He ended the call.Victor was still standing across from him."What happened?""She remembered something."Victor's face changed."What?""She remembers a man talking to her father."For several seconds, Victor didn't respond.His expression was enough to tell Damian that the memory mattered."You know who it was."Victor finally looked at him."I may."Damian's jaw tightened."Then tell me.""I need to speak to Elena first.""She's upset.""I kn







