로그인ValentineThe phone speaker crackled with Marcus’s panicked breathing, but the maid screaming in the background made my fingers lock up over the screen. Clarissa sat right beside me in the back seat of the SUV, her body pressed tight against the far door panel, her shoulders locked rigid under her sweater. I looked from the glowing screen to her face. My thumb hovered right over the red button, frozen.Clarissa’s head turned toward me, her gaze cutting right through the dim light of the cabin. Her features stayed flat, but her right hand slid down over the curve of her belly, her fingers bunching up the wool of her coat."Don't," she said.The word came out low, barely carrying over the quiet hum of the SUV’s engine, but it stopped my hand dead in the air."Clarissa, hear me out," I said, turning my body on the leather seat to face her. "Marcus is worried sick mind. If Victoria collapsed out there, it turns into a nightmare.""Tell the driver to pull over," she said. Her voice didn't
ClarissaThe paper envelope slid between my fingers, the rough edge slicing against my skin. Inside, five glossy sheets of printed tabloid pages stared back at me.UNWED MISTRESS HIDES IN GASTON ESTATE WHILE LEGAL WIFE FIGHTS FOR HER HOME.My name was printed in big, bold black letters right under a grainy photo of me walking through the garage doors, carrying my canvas bag with my bump showing through my sweater. Beside it was a picture of Victoria looking fragile on the front steps, her face twisted in tears as security guards loaded her luggage into the back of a cart.The words on the page blurred together. Fake pregnant leech. Corporate fraud. The woman who broke up a high-society marriage for cash.My mouth went bone dry. The air in the hallway felt icy cold, slipping into my lungs like sharp needles.Beatrice stood there in her beige coat, her arms folded across her chest, watching my jaw go tight. She didn't say another word. She just smiled, her lips curving up into a cruel l
ClarissaThe glass window pane felt freezing cold against my forehead as the black security cart disappeared down the long gravel driveway. Victoria’s glare lingered in my head like a stain. Even with her belongings packed and moved out to the guest house, the air in this main mansion felt ruined. Every corner smelled like her perfume and Drake's cheap cologne.My skin kept crawling. Staying here was a bad idea, and leaving Chloe at the medical house wasn't safe anymore either.I turned around, grabbed my canvas bag, and called my driver to take me straight over to where Chloe was staying.When I stepped into the foyer of the house, the head nurse was sitting near the doorway, logging Chloe's morning vitals into a tablet. Two shift staff members were prepping lunch in the side kitchen."Pack her meds," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "We're moving her now."The nurse blinked, her hands hovering over the screen. "Clarissa? Mr. Gaston said—""I don't care what Valentine said," I cut in
ValentineMy arms locked around her, pulling her small frame tight against my ribs. Her forehead dug into the crook of my neck, her warm breath hitting my collarbone in short, jagged bursts. The steady tremor running through her shoulders pulsed straight into my hands.My chest caved in at the raw weight of her shaking against me. She smelled like faint vanilla and salt."Listen to me," I muttered, my lips pressing into the top of her hair, my fingers digging into the wool of her sweater. "Listen to me, Clarissa. I am fixing this right now. I swear on my life."Her body stayed stiff, her palm pressing flat against my chest to push away, but I held her ground. My heart hammered against her hand.I let go of her wrists and pulled my phone from my suit pocket, my thumb hitting the top speed-dial contact."Marcus," I said the second the line connected. "Get three security guards upstairs to the main floor living room right now. Move Victoria's belongings out of her room.""Sir?" Marcus as
ClarissaThe zipper pulled shut with a sharp tug, the teeth clicking into place across the top of my bag. My hands shook as I shoved my phone into my coat pocket. The air in the room felt thick and suffocating, like I was trying to breathe under water.I couldn't stay here another minute. Not in a house where Victoria walked around acting like the madam of the place, inviting my ex-husband over for tea while Valentine stood there and let it happen.I needed to get Chloe out too, but I could call a cab and pack her stuff in five minutes. We could go stay at Layla's apartment for a while. Layla had an extra couch in her living room. It was small, but it was safe.How am I supposed to fight Drake and get my company back without Valentine?The thought hit me like a kick to the ribs, making my stomach turn. I didn't have the money to drag Drake through court by myself. I didn't have the legal team or the leverage.It doesn't matter. I have to leave.My hand pressed against my bump. The bab
ValentineVictoria stayed on the rug, her fingers digging into the fabric of my trousers near my ankle. High-pitched sobs tore out of her throat, echoing up toward the ceiling. Tears streamed down her cheeks, smearing her makeup into messy dark streaks around her eyes."Valentine, help me!" Victoria wailed, her hand sliding up my leg to grab my wrist, squeezing hard. "Look at what she did! She shoved me right onto the floor! My wrist is broken!"Clarissa didn't back up. Her feet stayed planted near the edge of the glass table, her knuckles pale where her hand hung at her side. Her chest rose and fell in fast, tight breaths, her bump rising under her sweater.Beatrice hovered over the sofa, her hands fluttering near her chest. "She's out of control, Mr Gaston! To attack your beloved wife in her own home!"I yanked my wrist out of Victoria's grip, stepping back two paces. “What the heck is this nonsense display?”Drake stood three feet away, his jaw working back and forth, his face stil







