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Two targets. One plan. No mercy. Mia We didn’t return to the mainland through any airport. Harry had the jet rerouted mid-flight, then disabled its flight tracker. We landed on an unregistered airstrip in Istanbul the kind of place where governments pretended not to see what passed through. This wasn’t just a honeymoon anymore. This was war. I wore a black hoodie, no makeup, dark shades. Harry looked like a storm in leather and silence. His eyes hadn’t softened in hours. Not since we watched the decrypted file from Angela’s terminal. Not since we saw what Nolan planned to do. The Oracle Protocol wasn’t just a surveillance code. It was weaponized prediction it used data to predict behavior, loyalty shifts, even betrayal. The version we built at Catalyst was only a prototype. But the one Angela leaked? It was complete. And Nolan had it. Harry We couldn’t go back to London. Not yet. If the leak went live, anyone connected to us employees, investors, friends could be

This is a whole new era of Craving His Control, deep love, deeper sex, and absolute surrender. Fantasy, romance let just say pure intimacy. MIA He stood before me, tie undone, shirt unbuttoned halfway, sleeves rolled up, and eyes filled with a kind of devotion that made my skin tighten with anticipation. “This month,” Harry said, voice husky, “it’s yours. All of me. No company, no meetings, no boardrooms. Just you.” I leaned back against the edge of the bed, silk robe barely covering my bare skin. I had designed this moment. I had waited for it. And now, watching the most powerful man in New York hand me his power—his world—I felt the heat build low in my stomach. “You’re really going to hand everything over to your PA?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. He nodded. “Grace has everything. Legal rights, approvals, full delegation. I told her not to contact me unless something is on fire.” I stepped closer, closing the gap between us, pressing a hand to his chest.

The scent of her still lingered on my skin—something sweet and commanding, just like Mia herself. It had been only an hour since we’d last touched, yet my body craved her all over again. My mind once consumed with numbers, power, and mergers now spun only for her.She was my new empire. And I’d burn every legacy I built just to see her smile.I stood at the edge of our private pool in the penthouse, shirtless, watching her silhouette walk past the glass doors. A sheer robe clung to her body, every step teasing me, every look sending a silent command. She didn’t need to say a word anymore. I understood the language of her glances, the sharpness in her voice when she wanted something and I gave it. Every. Single. Time.This wasn’t the Harry Declan the world knew. The boardroom predator. The billionaire who once signed contracts without blinking.No.This was Mia’s Harry now. Her kept man. Her willing, desperate, addicted man.She stepped outside, barefoot, robe undone. Her bare skin met

Chapter 5 – Baby Daddy & BoundHarry’s POVI watched her sleep, her breathing soft and steady, lips parted slightly like she was still whispering my name in her dreams. The morning sun slipped through the curtains, casting a golden halo around her bare body. She looked like temptation itself—mine, yet untouchable. And now she carried my child.I couldn’t stop staring.Mia Alexander—my goddess, my undoing—was pregnant.I should’ve felt fear. Panic. The weight of what was to come. But all I felt was pride. Possession. Purpose.She wasn’t just my obsession anymore—she was carrying my legacy inside her, and I’d never felt more bound to someone in my life.I reached out, fingertips brushing across her stomach. Still flat, still early. But I imagined the curve forming, imagined watching it grow with each passing week. I imagined kneeling in front of her, kissing her belly, whispering to our child. I imagined being a full-time father, giving up every boardroom, every deal, every billion-doll

Pregnancy felt like a sensual dream.Not the bloated, cranky kind people warned me about oh no mine was wrapped in whipped cream and worship. Because Harry didn’t just love me... he adored every inch of this growing belly like it was a priceless artifact. He spoke to it. Kissed it. Worshipped it more than he did the stock market.And best of all?He’d given up everything to be with me. His company. His empire. His suits.Now he wore sweatpants.Or my silk robe.Or... nothing.And every second of it was heaven.---This MorningI woke up with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.I stretched, feeling the ache between my thighs — the kind only he could relieve. And as if summoned by my need, Harry appeared from the closet holding a box.“What’s that?” I asked, still half asleep.He smirked. “A surprise. But only if you promise not to laugh.”“I never laugh,” I said — totally lying.Until he opened it.Inside were hand-sewn matching lingerie sets… for me and him. His was an apron-th