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The ride back to the penthouse felt strangely silent.Adrian kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other tangled with Elena’s fingers as if he needed the physical reassurance that she was still beside him. His thumb brushed over her knuckles again and again—slow, rhythmic, protective—but Elena could feel the tension running beneath his skin like a taut wire pulled too tight.He wasn’t okay.He was trying to appear calm for her, but after the confrontation in the office—after the files, the hacking attempts, the sabotage targeting her collection, targeting her—something in him had snapped.He had left the boardroom without a word. Everyone, including Lorenzo, knew better than to follow him.Elena exhaled quietly, her hand tightening over his.“Adrian.”He hummed without looking at her.“You’re scaring me a little.”His grip loosened, guilt flickering across his face as he finally turned his head. “I’m sorry.” His voice was low, unsteady. “I’m not angry at you, sweetheart. I’m angry

Elena didn’t know what woke her at first. Maybe it was the faint shift in the air, or the soft creak from downstairs, barely audible yet sharp enough to pull her out of the light sleep she had forced on herself. Pregnancy made her more sensitive to everything—sounds, smells, even the subtle changes in Adrian’s breathing beside her.She blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the soft glow of the night lamp. The clock read 2:47 a.m. Adrian was deeply asleep, one arm wrapped around her waist, his palm resting protectively over her belly the way he had unconsciously done every night since she told him she was pregnant.But something felt… off.Her heart beat faster as she listened. The house was usually silent except for the low hum of the nighttime AC, but now she heard footsteps. Slow. Careful. Heavy enough to be human, but cautious enough to be suspicious.Elena swallowed hard.Someone was inside the house.She didn’t want to panic. She didn’t want to jolt Adrian awake and terrify him. Bu

Elena barely slept.Her mind refused to settle, replaying the message again and again until the words carved themselves into her thoughts like a warning she couldn’t escape.You can’t protect her forever.She could still feel the coldness that crawled across her skin the moment she read it. And now, lying beside Adrian in the dim light of dawn, she couldn’t stop staring at his face—softened by sleep yet laced with the tension of a man who never truly rested.Elena brushed her fingers gently across his cheek.She wanted to wake him. She wanted to tell him everything. She wanted to hand over the worry so he could hold it the way he held everything else—fiercely, fully, completely.But another part of her, the part that had been growing stronger since she learned she was pregnant, whispered that she needed to think first. To know more. To protect him the way he had always protected her.So she remained quiet, letting the soft morning breeze drift through the curtains.Around six, Adrian

The sky looked bruised when Elena stepped outside the hospital. Not dark… just swollen with colors that didn’t know whether to stay or break open. A strange stillness hung around her, not the peaceful kind—more like the quiet that comes right before the storm claws its way in.She pulled Adrian’s jacket tighter around her shoulders. It still held his scent, still felt like protection, still felt like him. And yet, today, everything inside her felt dangerously fragile.Adrian hadn’t woken up.Not yet.The doctor said he was stable. The doctor said his body was recovering. The doctor said his heartbeat was strong. The doctor said all the right things. But none of them were the thing she really needed to hear: that he would open his eyes and say her name.Elena sucked in a shaky breath and looked around the almost-empty parking lot. She needed air. She needed a second alone. She needed space to stop shaking.But she didn’t get it.Because someone was watching her.She didn’t see him at f

Elena’s fingers curled instinctively around the blanket the moment Marcus spoke those words. A cold, invisible knife sliced through the air between them.The man Adrian fears most.She didn’t even know such a man existed.Adrian didn’t fear anything. He didn’t fear rivals. He didn’t fear enemies. He didn’t fear consequences. And he never—never—showed weakness.So for Marcus, of all people, to say that…Elena’s chest tightened.Her voice trembled when she spoke. “Marcus… who is he talking about?”Marcus didn’t answer immediately.He paced once, twice, shoulders tense, jaw locked, fingers twitching near the gun holster he rarely touched unless he felt truly threatened.Then he finally stopped and looked at her.“Elena… this isn’t someone you want to know.”“But he’s coming here,” she argued, her heart pounding. “I need to know.”Marcus hesitated—something he never did—which only made her pulse spike more.“His name is—”The door swung open before he could finish.Elena jumped.Marcus’s