MasukValentineClarissa’s body went limp in my grip, her head snapping back as the color drained right out of her face. Her hands clamped over her stomach, her breath coming out in a sharp, ragged gasp that cut off halfway through. The remote clattered onto the rug. My chest caved in, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal.I scooped my arm under her knees and lifted her back onto the mattress, my hands shaking so bad I could barely hold her steady. Her skin felt like ice, cold sweat slicking her forehead as she curled sideways, her teeth digging straight into her bottom lip until a faint red mark bloomed against the pale skin.I whipped out my phone, my thumb jamming the screen until Dr. Evans’s line connected on the second ring."Get here right now," I roared into the mic, my voice cracking down the middle. "It's Clarissa. Something's wrong with the baby, she collapsed.""Mr. Gaston, calm down—" Evans started."I don't give a shit!" I screamed, cutting him off as I bolte
ClarissaRed and blue strobe lights cut through the sheer curtains, painting the bedroom walls in long, bleeding stripes. Outside, the dull roar of engines, shouting voices, and muffled megaphones rattled the windowpanes. High-beam camera lamps flickered against the dark glass, flashing like lightning strikes across the ceiling.Valentine bolted off the floor, his boots heavy against the rug as he crossed to the doorway. Brittany stood in the hall, her face white, pointing her thumb toward the front gates. He didn't say a word to me. He just grabbed the door frame, took one step back into the hall, and let the wood click shut, leaving me in the dark.I sat on the edge of the mattress, my legs dangling over the side. The wet fabric of my sweater clung cold to my back, sticking to my skin. My stomach tightened into a hard knot, the baby kicking once, sharp and low against my ribs.Downstairs, the front door slammed shut.I stood up, my knees shaking as my feet hit the floorboards. The r
ValentineClarissa’s head slumped heavy against my shoulder, her body limp as I kicked open the front door and stepped into the foyer. Her breath hit my neck in short, shaky hitches. The quiet, muffled sound of her crying cut through my chest like a dull blade.I hauled her up the grand staircase, my boots digging deep into the carpeted steps with every stride. My lungs burned, but I didn't slow down. The small weight of her body felt way too light, her hands tucked tight between our chests, her fingers bunched into the damp fabric of my shirt.I pushed into the master bedroom with my shoulder, the frame clicking shut behind us.The soft mattress dipped as I laid her down, her head sinking into the pillows. Her face was pale, blotched red around her eyes, her lower lip swollen where she’d been chewing on it the entire drive back. She turned her head toward the wall immediately, her hair fanning out over the fabric, hiding her profile from me.I dropped to my knees on the floor beside
ClarissaThe streetlights blurred into long streaks of gold across the rain-slicked glass. Tears burned the backs of my eyelids, sharp and hot, but I squeezed my eyes shut and forced them down. No way was I letting a single drop fall. My chest felt hollow, like something vital had been carved out and tossed onto the floor of the SUV. I had fallen in love with a man who I will be nothing but a second choice…again. I sat back against the leather, wrapping my arms around my middle while the engine hummed beneath us.The tires crunched onto the loose gravel of the driveway, the sound grinding straight through my nerves. The SUV rolled to a smooth stop right in front of the guest house. Floodlights cut through the dark, washing the front porch in a harsh, cold white.Valentine didn't even wait for the driver to round the hood. The door clicked open, and the freezing night air hit my face in a sharp rush. He scrambled out into the rain, his heavy boots slamming onto the wet stone as he spr
ValentineThe 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







