ANMELDEN*Elena's POV*
“So what are you trying to say, Drake?” I asked my lawyer, my voice cracking as I clutched the coffee mug tighter. My eyes burned from days without sleep. “Tell me straight. I can handle it.” Drake leaned forward across the table, his face tight with sympathy he couldn’t hide. “Elena, I’m so sorry. Legally, you have no claim to any property split. You and Alexander were never married. The wedding never happened. No certificate, no joint assets recognized in court.” “But the baby...” My words choked out. “This baby is his. He got me pregnant before everything exploded. Doesn’t that count for something? I have the hospital papers. I can prove it!” Drake shook his head slowly, his eyes full of pity. “The scandal changed everything. Those pictures you sent him, the video of you and that bartender—went viral. Ten million views and counting. Right now, the public sees you as the cheater who humiliated a billionaire on the eve of his wedding. Any judge will demand a DNA test after the baby is born. Until then, you can’t legally claim Alexander as the father. He’s already denied it through his team. His lawyers are painting you as unstable and vengeful. They’ll fight every step.” Tears slipped down my cheeks, hot and fast. “Unstable? I caught him in bed with my own twin sister! She pretended to be me! He slept with her the night before our wedding, Drake. I was going to tell him about the baby that same night. How is this fair? How am I the villain here?” “I know, Elena. I believe you. But the law doesn’t care about the twin switch or the heartbreak. It cares about proof. And right now, the only proof they’ll accept is a paternity test post-birth. You can’t force a property split or demand support until that happens. I’m sorry. I wish I had better news.” I wiped my face with the back of my hand, my breath shaking. “So what do I do? Just sit here broke, pregnant, and hated by the whole world? My parents won’t even speak to me. The media calls me a gold-digging whore. Alexander married my sister like I never existed. What am I supposed to tell this child when it asks why Daddy chose Aunt Eliza?” Drake reached across and squeezed my hand gently. “You fight smart, not fast. We wait for the birth. We get the DNA. Then we go after child support, custody if you want it. But pushing now will only make you look worse. The press is eating this up. Eliza’s already giving interviews about how she ‘saved’ Alexander from your betrayal.” “Saved him?” I laughed bitterly, my voice rising. “She ruined me! She took my life, my man, my future. And now I’m the one paying? Drake, please. There has to be something. Anything. I’m carrying his baby. Doesn’t that mean I get to keep at least a little piece of what should have been mine?” He sighed, eyes sad. “I wish it did. But you never signed a prenup, the non-marriage, the cheating scandal...they’re weapons against you. Focus on your health right now. The baby needs you stable. I’ll keep digging, file whatever motions I can. But for today… this is the reality.” I nodded, swallowing the sob that wanted to rip out of me. “Thank you, Drake. Really. You’ve been the only one who hasn’t turned on me. You can leave now. I need… I need to be alone.” He stood, gathering his papers. “Call me anytime. Day or night. You’re not as alone as it feels, Elena. We’ll get through this.” The door clicked shut behind him. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and dialed my parents’ number again. It rang once. Twice. Straight to voicemail. Again. “Mom? Dad? It’s me. Elena. Please pick up. I know what you said last time, but it was all a lie. They tricked me. Alexander and Eliza—they played me like a fool. I caught them together. I was pregnant and excited and I walked in on them. I didn’t cheat first. I swear on my life. Please… I’m scared. I’m alone. This baby is coming and I have nothing. No money, no family, no one. Just talk to me. Tell me it was a mistake. Tell me you believe me. I need you. Please don’t block me forever. I’m still your daughter. I’m still...” The Call ended. They’d blocked me. I knew it. I stared at the screen, my chest heaving with silent sobs. Then I looked down at my tummy, my hand resting gently over the small bump that was just starting to show. My voice came out soft, broken, full of every pain I couldn’t scream anymore. “Little one, you don't deserve this. You don't deserve to be in a world where your mother is the victim but yet treated as the Offender. I think it's best you stop your journey here. It will be beneficial for both of us.”**Angela's POV**"I'm not here to fight, can we have a conversation?."Diane stood on my doorstep at nine at night, she had no makeup, her hair was pulled back, her coat buttoned wrong. She was twisting the ring on her finger with her thumb like she was trying to unscrew it."How did you get my address?" I asked shockingly."From Marcus's phone. He doesn't know I'm here.""Then you shouldn't be." I tried closing my door but she held it."I know." She swallowed. "I couldn't sleep. Please. Just give me five minutes."I should have shut the door. I'd told myself I would if she ever came near my son, my home, or my life again.But she was shaking."Five minutes," I said.She sat on the edge of my sofa like she was afraid it would bite while I stayed standing."The drinking," she said. "What Marcus told the court about you.""Which is a lie by the way.....but go on.""I know." She pressed her lips together. "I asked him, after the hearing. I asked where it came from. He said his lawyer nee
**Alexander's POV**"Let go of me!""Sir, if you stop fighting, we'll let go.""I said LET GO!"Two guards had my arms. Two more had Liam. We were pinned on opposite sides of the corridor like dogs at the end of a leash, both of us breathing like we'd run a marathon, both of us staring at the red light over the theatre doors as if it might change colour if we glared hard enough."Gentlemen." A tall woman in green scrubs pushed through the circle of nurses. Her mask was pulled down around her neck. "I'm Dr. Mensah. I've just come out of theatre."Everything stopped."Is she okay?" Liam and I said it together.We looked at each other with pure hatred."Elena is stable," the doctor said. "Her pressure is coming down. She's sedated and will sleep for several hours."I heard Liam exhale."And the baby?""It's a girl." Dr. Mensah's face softened. "Thirty-four weeks. Small, but breathing. She's in the neonatal unit for monitoring. The next forty-eight hours will tell us a lot."A girl.I had
**Eliza's POV**I pressed send before I could change my mind.""Elena is in emergency surgery. St. Brigid's, third floor. Liam White is with her.""No name was attached to it.. A prepaid phone I'd bought in cash. I had written them the way I wrote everything: short, clean, designed to move a man exactly where I needed him to go.Alexander would read it in the car. He would be in the hospital in twenty minutes. And when he saw Liam standing at those theatre doors, the two of them would do what two proud men always do.I'd spent three years learning how a story spreads. Who needs to be in the room, who needs to be shouting, who needs to be holding the camera. I didn't have to touch anything. I only had to point.I dropped the phone into the cup holder and exhaled."Done."Then the pain hit my stomach! It came out of nowhere. A tearing, wrenching spasm low in my belly that folded me forward until my forehead hit the steering wheel. The horn blared. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.
**Liam's POV**"Ahhhhhhh!"The scream cut through the corridor like glass breaking.I spun around. Elena was bent over at the waist, with both hands clamped under her bump, her face was as white as paper. She took one step toward me, her legs folded, and she fell down."Elena!"I don't remember crossing the floor. I only remember my knees hitting the tiles and her fingers locking around my wrist so hard it hurt."Liam....something's wrong—it hurts!""I've got you. Look at me. I've got you.""It's too early," she gasped. "She's not supposed to..it's too early—""NURSE!!!!"She was already there. She dropped beside us, her clipboard hitting the floor, she put two fingers on Elena's wrist before I'd finished shouting."Ma'am , can you hear me? Look at me. How long has your head been pounding?""Since—since this morning...""Vision? Any spots, flashing lights?""Yes—everything's blurry...."Angela's face changed. It was the smallest movement, but I saw it."Get me a pressure cuff and a wh
**Elena's POV** "You didn't pick up." "You didn't call back." "I called you eleven times, Liam." "I know." He stopped in the middle of the hospital corridor, and I stopped too. For a second we just stood there, a few feet apart, like two people who had walked into the same room from opposite doors and neither of them had planned it. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Same thing you are, probably." "I came to ask him something." "So did I." "Ask him what?" He looked at me. His eyes were red at the edges. He hadn't slept, and neither had I, and we both knew it without saying it. "If he was sure of what he was saying," Liam said. My throat tightened. "That's what I wanted to ask." "Great. Then we're equally pathetic." I laughed. It came out wrong, half a sob, and I pressed my hand against my mouth. Liam made a small movement toward me, then stopped himself, and I watched him do it. That hurt more than anything Richard had said. "Uhm...." "Don't." His voice cracked. "N
**Marcus's POV**I thought hiring a babysitter was the solution.In my defence, it made complete sense at the time. Diane had been clear, she could not be Eli's primary caregiver. I had a full day of meetings at Steele Corp that I had already postponed twice and could not postpone again. Eli needed someone. The logic was clean and simple and entirely reasonable.What I had failed to factor in was letting Diane know that I had contracted somebody. Her name was Kezia. She is Twenty-three, certified in early childhood care, references that checked out completely, recommended by a colleague whose toddler apparently adored her. She arrived at ten, immediately got down on the floor with Eli and his cars, and within fifteen minutes Eli had decided she was acceptable which for Eli was the equivalent of a standing ovation.I left for work feeling like I had solved something.I had not solved anything.---My phone started ringing at two in the afternoon.I was in the middle of a presentation.
*Liam's POV*I drove too fast.I knew I was driving too fast and I did it anyway because Andrea had called me and said 'Elena fell, she's in the hospital, she's okay" and my brain had processed exactly one of those three things.She fell.The rest of it ... the okay part, the she's fine part, the c
*Elena's POV*“Deal,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.“Deal,” Liam replied, his hand was warm and strong around mine as we shook on it. Our eyes locked for a second longer than necessary, and something electric passed between us. I quickly looked away.“Come on,” Liam said, still holding m
*Elena's POV* “I’m going to make you feel exactly what I felt, Alex,” I whispered to the night air, my voice raw from crying. “You slept with my twin like she was me? Fine. Tonight, I’ll sleep with someone who’ll make you wish you’d never been born.” My phone wouldn’t stop ringing. His name flash
*Elena's POV*“Alex… yes, right there,” the moan floated down the hallway, low and breathless, exactly the way I sounded when he touched me. “God, I’ve wanted this for so long.”My stomach lurched. I froze, one hand still on the door handle, the other pressed to my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. That







