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Ivy's POV The world tilts sideways.One second, I’m standing in the hallway of our penthouse, trying to button my coat with shaky fingers, the next, everything goes black. No warning. No time to brace.Just darkness. A cold, heavy nothing.When I finally blink back to consciousness, the world is a mess of white light and sterile air. The scent of antiseptic clings to my nostrils. My skin is cold against crisp hospital sheets. There’s a distant beeping sound, rhythmic and cruel, echoing like a countdown.And then—"Baby Girl," a low voice rasps beside me, wrecked and furious and mine."You're okay. You’re fucking okay."Alexander.I turn my head and see him leaning over me, his hand wrapped tight around mine like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. He’s still in the charcoal suit he wore this morning, but the jacket’s off, sleeves rolled up, tie loose, and jaw clenched like he’s seconds from breaking someone’s skull.His eyes, God, his eyes are... Wild. Lethal. Vulnerable."You fainted," he s

Alexander’s POV She’s trembling beneath me she's Boneless. Spent. Beautiful.Her skin glows in the dim light, flushed, glistening with sweat, the faintest blush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest. I can still feel her fluttering around me, her body echoing every aftershock of the orgasm I gave her.The one I forced out of her. The one I earned.Her eyes flutter shut, lips parted like she’s trying to catch her breath, but all she does is sigh—soft and sweet and mine.Fucking hell. She’s mine.I slide my arms under her limp body and pull her against me, wrapping every inch of me around her like I’m afraid the world’s going to try and take her away if I don’t hold tight enough.I bury my face in her hair, inhaling deep.Jasmine. Sex. Sweat. And Ivy.My Ivy. The mother of my child.My fucking future. I’ve never known this kind of high.Never known this kind of need. It’s not just lust. Not just love.It’s possession. It’s blood-deep. It’s written into the bones of who I am now.

Alexander’s POV I knew this day would come. It wasn’t a matter of if. Just when.Ivy was too fucking smart for her own good.Too curious. Too much mine to let secrets rot in the dark without digging them up like bones in a shallow grave.And now here she is. Shaking. Beautiful. Devastated.Holding the ghosts of my past like they belong to her.Because maybe… they do.I stare at her across my desk, the scattered letters, her trembling hands, her watery, furious eyes and I feel it. That sharp, gnawing ache right under my ribs. Guilt. Rage. Shame.Fuck.I pick up one of the letters. The paper crackles, soft and worn like skin. Yellowed. Smelling faintly of mold and memory. I flip it between my fingers like it doesn’t weigh more than my soul.I clear my throat, but it still comes out like gravel.Rough. Raw. Ugly.“My first wife…” I pause. “She was collateral damage.”Ivy flinches.And it rips something open in me I didn’t even know was still bleeding.That look in her eyes? The horror.

Ivy’s POVHis words curl around me like smoke, thick and intoxicating, and even though my heart’s a mess of fear and confusion, my body betrays me. I’m trembling, not from weakness but from the raw, primal need Alexander stirs inside me, the kind that burns hotter the more I try to fight it.He steps closer, his heat bleeding into my skin, and suddenly the cold, stiff office feels like a trap with no escape.“Show me how you’ll fix me,” I whisper, voice barely more than a breath. But God, I want him to hear the hunger behind it, the promise that I’m ready to fall, to drown in him.Alexander’s fingers find the nape of my neck, thumbs stroking slow circles that send shivers down my spine. His lips brush against mine it's tentative at first, like he’s savoring the moment but the second our mouths part, it’s like a goddamn wildfire.His kiss is fierce, claiming, dripping with a possessive hunger that has me melting against him. I reach for him, my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him de

Alexander’s POVThe days before a wedding should feel like heaven—champagne bubbles, soft silk, her smile lighting up every room. But our days? They’re wired with tension. Static. Suspicion.I feel it in my bones. Something is coming.Ivy and I are on edge. I catch her glancing over her shoulder too often, clutching her belly like she’s protecting something sacred—and she is. My child. Our future.I'm in my office, buried in a mountain of pre-wedding chaos, pretending I give a fuck about centerpieces and cake flavors, when my phone buzzes.I almost don’t answer.Almost.Then I see the number. One of my security detail. Not the kind of man who calls unless something’s gone very fucking wrong.I swipe the screen. “Yeah?”His voice is clipped, urgent. “It’s Ivy. Sir… there’s been an accident.”And just like that—everything inside me stops.“What?” My voice is ice. “Where the fuck is she?”“She’s being rushed to St. Vincent’s. A car hit her—driver didn’t stop. She’s alive… but it’s bad.”