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CHAPTER 61 The rain had started again by the time Bonnie stepped out of the hotel. It was not the kind of rain that screamed for attention. Instead, it fell softly, soaking the pavement in a thin shimmer as if trying to erase every trace she had ever left behind. Her heels struck the marble floor of the lobby with confident precision, echoing in the near-empty space,no hesitation slowed her pace. She walked like a woman who had already made peace with the damage she was leaving behind.At the front desk, she removed a slim black card from her coat and handed it over without saying a word. The concierge accepted it with practiced discretion,he glanced once at the screen, printed the invoice, and returned the receipt with a nod of acknowledgment.“Your car is ready, Ms. Moore,” he said, voice neutral.Bonnie signed the receipt with a slow, deliberate flourish. The name she used was not hers, but it was the one tied to the purpose she had served. The moment her pen left the paper, she

CHAPTER 63 Selene rose early that morning, not because she had slept well or because the house was quiet, but because guilt had stolen the last remnants of rest from her body. Damien’s voice haunted her, the weight of his words pressing against her ribs. The look he had given her still burned in her memory—as if she had taken something sacred, as if she had become the enemy in her own home.She dressed slowly, choosing the soft beige robe tucked in the back of the wardrobe. It was not a seductive choice. She chose it because it was the last thing Damien had ever touched her in. The last thing he had slowly peeled from her shoulders without rage, without coldness.Downstairs, the estate felt heavier than it had the day before. The silence was not peaceful, instead it was punishing.Julius stood at the base of the stairwell, watching her descend. He did not say a word. He asked no questions. He simply gave her a look that felt like permission—a silent acknowledgment that she was runn

CHAPTER 65 The morning felt like glass—clear, delicate, and seconds from shattering.Selene stood beneath the sterile lights of a private hospital wing, her hands braced against the cold counter as she signed her name. Her fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the sheer numbness that had taken hold since dawn. Everything around her moved in silence, as though the world itself had gone mute to allow her to break in peace.She hadn’t spoken since she arrived.Not to the nurse who checked her in.Not to the technician who drew her blood.Not even to the doctor now seated across from her, holding a single sheet of paper between careful hands, as if the results themselves could shatter with a breath.“Mrs Lancaster,” the doctor said gently, using the kind of voice reserved for those standing at the edge of something life-altering. “You’re pregnant.” he dropped the bomb.The words didn’t echo. They didn’t rattle her bones or crash through her ribs. They simply… settled.Selen

CHAPTER 67 Selene did not sleep that night. She lay in silence, staring up at the ceiling, her body still but her mind in turmoil. She pressed her hand against her stomach, feeling the subtle changes that had begun to show. The life growing inside her was the only thing that mattered now.It would be morning any minute. She remained in her room while Damien slept in his, probably resting peacefully, unaware that his world was about to shift. She had decided to leave tonight, and now she waited for Lady Lina.At four-thirty in the morning, she rose without hesitation. She moved through her room in practiced silence, her bare feet making no sound on the cold marble floor. She had learned to be quiet in this house—it was a survival skill she had mastered long ago.She packed only what mattered. A single coat, soft and oversized, hiding the slight swell in her lower stomach. Two changes of clothes, nothing that would be missed immediately. The appointment was for next week, in a clini

CHAPTER 69 BABY STAY WITH METhe apartment was small and cold, the kind of place that hummed with quiet loneliness—but to Selene, it felt like a sanctuary. The walls were cracked, the floor uneven, but there were no contracts here, no eyes watching her every move. Just her, and the baby growing inside her.She stood by the window, her hand pressed against her belly, feeling the soft flutter beneath her skin.“You always start kicking when it rains,” she whispered, a quiet smile playing on her lips. “Is that your way of telling me you're listening?”The rain drummed steadily on the windowpane, a rhythm she was learning to find comfort in.“I wish I could give you something better than this,” she said softly, her voice trembling just a little. “I wish I could give you warm blankets and lullabies and a father who didn’t think of getting rid of you.”Her phone buzzed. It vibrated against the windowsill like it had something urgent to say.Lady Lina: I know you’re alive Selene,Damien is