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Kayla’s POVThe words had slipped from me before I could stop them.“I’m pregnant.”For a heartbeat, silence pressed down on the apartment like a suffocating blanket. The smoke still clung to the air, the scent of sweat and blood lingering, but nothing moved.Damien’s eyes widened first, his lips parting as if the air had been ripped from his lungs. His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides—not in anger, but in something deeper, sharper. Shock.But Liam—Liam looked like he’d been struck by lightning. His body froze entirely, his face draining of all color. His blue eyes, always so sharp and cold, now burned with something that made my stomach twist.Hope.“Kayla…” His voice cracked like glass. He stumbled forward, almost tripping over the shards on the floor. “Is it—” His throat closed on the words. He swallowed hard, trying again. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”The sound of his voice broke something inside me. He sounded desperate. Terrified. Like a man standing at the edge

The note still lay on the floor where it had slipped from my hands. Its words seemed to burn through the paper and into my skin.You’re already mine. The baby only seals it.My stomach tightened so violently I thought I might be sick. My arms wrapped tighter around myself as though I could shield the life inside me from the reach of that shadow. For the first time since this nightmare began, I wasn’t just terrified for me. I was terrified for my child.Damien crouched in front of me, his hands steady but his eyes stormy. “Kayla, look at me. He’s trying to break you. That’s all this is. He wants to make you feel powerless.” His voice was calm but edged with a quiet rage.But his words slid through me without catching. My gaze drifted past him, to the front door, to the hallway where the paper had been taped. He had been there. So close. Close enough to touch the door I had leaned against, close enough to hear me sobbing through the walls. He left his notes like trophies, collecting pie

Kayla’s POVThe message glared up at me from the phone screen like a sentence carved into my bones.Let them fight. While they’re distracted, I’ll take what’s mine.My blood turned to ice.The curtain swayed, slow and deliberate, the balcony glass faintly rattling against its frame. A shadow lingered behind it, tall and unyielding.I stumbled back, my chest heaving, my phone nearly slipping from my hand. “Damien!” I screamed.But Damien didn’t answer. He and Liam were locked in a storm of fists and fury, grunts and curses filling the wrecked apartment. They slammed into the broken coffee table, shards scattering like sparks across the floor.Neither of them looked at me. Neither of them saw the danger creeping closer.My legs trembled, but I forced myself toward the balcony, one shaky step at a time. My breath came in ragged bursts, my heart racing so violently I thought it might burst through my chest.“Don’t,” a voice whispered, so soft I thought it was in my head.But then the curt

My secret, torn out of me by his poisonous tongue, had been floating in the air like a sword-blade suspended over our heads.With shock and betrayal, Liam opened his eyes. He stumbled up to me, with his voice stymied. “Is it true?”Ethan struggled like a maniac with a sharp and unmerciful movement. The fury and desperation of Damien came to his head. Liam's rage was unparalleled, and his hits were fueled by years of obsession and betrayal.Kayla’s POVThe masked figure filled the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, silent. The curtain whipped against him from the night wind, and behind the black mask his eyes gleamed, cold and merciless.For a heartbeat the world froze. Damien and Liam stilled, blood dripping from split lips and bruised knuckles, their fists still raised. I crouched on the floor, my body curled around my stomach, my phone clutched to my chest.Then Ethan spoke. His voice was calm, chillingly calm.“I told you she was mine.”The sound of it ripped through me. I’d heard his

Kayla’s POVThe room felt too small, like the walls were folding in, sealing me in with the madness. My chest heaved, every breath scraping raw against my throat. Damien stood stiff, ready to shield me. Liam, tall and rigid, looked ready to break the world apart with his bare hands. And in the shadows beyond the glass, Ethan lingered, faceless and patient, his presence colder than the night wind.The phone in Damien’s grip vibrated again, the glow of the message painting his jaw in sharp light. He read it silently this time, his lips pressed into a line, his nostrils flaring.“What is it?” I asked, my voice trembling.He hesitated, his thumb tightening around the phone before he finally muttered, “He says he already knows where to take you.”My knees buckled. The words replayed in my mind until they blurred into terror. Already knows. Already planned.Liam stepped forward, snatching the phone from Damien’s hand before either of us could stop him. His eyes scanned the screen, his face