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SAMANTHAA Month LaterIt’s not really running away if I never leave.That thought is what finally settles everything for me. I’m not leaving—not yet, anyway. There are too many questions still hanging in the air, too many things I don’t understand about Davon, his world, and the strange, quiet pull he has over me.Sofia has been endlessly patient through the month it’s taken me to admit this to myself. But the more time I spend with Davon, the more I realize that any plan that risks her safety isn’t truly an escape. Especially when I’m still unsure what I even want anymore.She sent me another message this morning, asking if I’d made a decision. I can’t keep her waiting forever.The man who promised me power and control last night is the same man who watches me now with a quiet, unspoken longing when he thinks I’m not paying attention. The same man who could command armies, yet sits in silence, waiting for my word. There’s no child holding me here, no life depending on me except my o

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SAMANTHA“Yes,” Dr. Carter says gently. “We’ll run a few more tests to make sure everything is developing normally. For now, Samantha needs rest and as little stress as possible.”She’s talking to Davon, not to me, as if I’m too fragile to understand what’s happening. Her words echo in the quiet room, but all I can hear is the faint pounding of my own heart.A child.Davon’s child.The thought hits me like a wave—shock, fear, and something softer that I can’t quite name, all swirling together until I feel dizzy. My hands tremble slightly on top of the hospital blanket, and I can’t bring myself to look at him right away. When I finally do, his face gives nothing away. His jaw is tight, and those green eyes that always seem to see too much are locked on me, unreadable.Dr. Carter excuses herself, leaving us in the heavy silence that follows.“You didn’t know,” Davon says quietly, his voice rough around the edges.I shake my head. “I had no idea.”For a few moments, neither of us speaks.

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SAMANTHAI am finally cleared to leave the clinic.Davon’s hand rests gently on the small of my back as we walk toward the car. He doesn’t say much, but I can feel his quiet attention. Every few steps, I catch him glancing at me, his dark eyes unreadable. The silence between us feels heavy, filled with all the words neither of us are ready to say.By the time we reach the main estate, I’ve decided I need time to breathe—to think without his shadow hovering so close. The grand foyer greets us with its gleaming marble floors and towering windows. It looks untouched by chaos, like the violence and fear that seem to follow us never dared cross its threshold.“I need a room to myself,” I say finally. My voice sounds stronger than I feel. “Just for a little while.”Davon studies me for a moment, his gaze sharp but calm. Then he nods once. “The family study is yours. I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed.”From a man as controlling as Davon, that feels almost poetic. He doesn’t question me, do

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SAMANTHA As Davon turns to leave, guilt hits me hard—sharp and twisting—followed by confusion. I didn’t ask Sofia to send that fruit basket. She never does anything without checking in first. Something must have made her think it was a good idea. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that it’s my fault. I was the one who mentioned it in the first place, and now everything feels like it’s fallen apart.The moment Davon sits down across from me, the whole room feels smaller, tighter. He doesn’t slouch or relax; every part of him is tense, contained power, like a lion deciding whether to pounce. His green eyes lock on mine, and I swear the air between us changes. My throat tightens under the weight of his stare. Looking away would feel like surrender.He taps his fingers once on the armrest—then silence. A silence so heavy it feels alive. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and sharp enough to slice through the air.“Tell me,” he says quietly. “Did you really think you’d get away with it?”I f

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DAVONI walk out of the study, closing the door behind me and cutting off the sight of Samantha inside. My heart pounds hard enough to feel in my ears, but my face doesn’t show it. I can’t afford to. Power doesn’t allow cracks—not even now, not even when I can’t stop thinking about the life growing inside her.The corridor stretches long ahead of me, silent and spotless, a gallery of what I’ve earned. Marble floors shine under my shoes, and gold-veined walls display portraits of ancestors who would never have imagined what I’ve become. At the end of the hall stands the door to Clever Naya Rancho’s chambers—my mother’s domain. That place isn’t just her room; it’s her throne.Even before I knock, I hear the soft clicking of her rosary and the faint murmur of her prayers. She always prays before I arrive. I push the door open without waiting for permission.Her room is dark and rich, dressed in heavy curtains that block out daylight. Only the glow from antique sconces lights the place, c

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DAVONI close the distance between us in a few quick, determined steps. “What are you doing out of the study?”“I needed air,” Samantha says, lifting her chin, defiant but calm. “Not that it’s any of your concern.”I stop in front of her, close enough to see the faint color rise in her cheeks, the soft pulse beating at her throat. “Everything you do is my concern when you’re carrying my child,” I say, my voice dropping to something quiet but sharp.Her lips part as if she wants to argue, but no sound comes. She just looks at me—steady, proud, and unyielding. That look drives me half-mad and yet pulls me in.“Go back to your room,” I say softly. “Rest. We’ll talk when you’re ready.”For a heartbeat she hesitates, weighing my words as if they are something heavy. Then she nods, turns, and slowly climbs the stairs. I stay there, watching her go. My hand twitches, wanting to stop her, to pull her close—but I don’t. Not yet.For the next few days, everything feels like fog. I’m working non

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DAVONHer body is still trembling beneath me, her breaths coming in uneven waves. I can feel her heart beating fast against my chest, her skin flushed and warm. I brush a stray lock of hair away from her face and kiss her softly - slow, lingering, careful. There's a sweetness in the taste of her lips that I don't want to let go of.For a while, we stay like that, breathing in the same rhythm, hearts syncing in silence. But something inside me stirs - a pull stronger than reason, a need to be even closer. I want more of her - not just her touch, but her trust, her presence, the quiet fire she carries.Without a word, I slide my arms beneath her and lift her easily from the bed. Samantha lets out a tiny gasp, surprised, her hands clutching at my shoulders for balance. Her eyes meet mine, wide and questioning, but she doesn't resist. The moment our gazes lock, the world narrows to just us - her breath against my neck, her warmth seeping into me."Where are we going?" she whispers, her vo

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DAVONWhen she finishes her drink, I take the empty mug from her and set it on the table before slipping back under the covers. Samantha moves closer right away, her head resting on my chest as if she belongs there. I wrap my arm around her, holding her close, feeling her body slowly relax until her breathing becomes soft and even.I stay still for a while, brushing my fingers through her hair and watching her fall deeper into sleep. Her face looks peaceful, and for a moment, I wish time could stop here. “Sweet dreams, angel,” I whisper into the quiet room before pressing a kiss to her temple. She lets out a soft sigh, and that sound alone feels like enough. I pull her closer, letting her warmth ease the noise inside me.The night settles gently around us, the moonlight slipping through the curtains and lighting the curve of her shoulder. Her breath stays steady against my chest, and I finally let myself drift off, still holding her like I’m afraid she’ll disappear if I let go.When m

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DAVON The drive to Samantha’s friend’s apartment is quiet—too quiet. The only sound is the steady hum of the engine and the tapping of my fingers against my knee. Brad sits beside me, his face unreadable, though I know he’s just as unhappy about this trip as I am. Still, I’ve had enough. Samantha’s defiance, her constant attempts to escape, her sharp tongue, her stubborn refusal to see things my way, has pushed me past the edge of patience.And I know exactly who’s been feeding her these ideas. Sofia. She’s the only person Samantha trusts enough to plot something this reckless.The car slows as we approach the small, worn-down apartment building, nothing like the grand halls of the Rancho estate. Brad steps out first, scanning the street before nodding for me to follow. I adjust the cuffs of my suit and take in the surroundings with quiet disdain. This place feels far too ordinary for the chaos it’s caused.The door is old and chipped, the paint flaking off. Brad knocks firmly, his h

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DAVONThe drive back to the estate feels endless. Brad sits quietly beside me, his face unreadable. My thoughts keep circling around Clever’s smug smile and the sharp edge of her words. The night air outside the car feels heavy, pressing in from all sides.“She’s scared, Davon,” Brad says at last, his voice cautious, almost hesitant. “You know that, right?”“Fear is a weapon,” I answer shortly, keeping my eyes on the road ahead. “But it can also be a weakness.”Brad doesn’t say another word, and I don’t care to explain. What I said is enough. The silence grows thick between us, broken only by the hum of the engine and the rhythm of the tires against the dark, winding road.As the lights flash by, my mind drifts back—years back—to the first time I learned what fear really meant.I’m twelve again, standing in a cold, bloodstained warehouse. My father, Grande Rancho, stands over me like a mountain, his shadow swallowing the floor. The smell of iron and smoke fills my lungs.“Do you know

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