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Chapter 30

The boardroom emptied like a tide pulling back. Shoes clattered on tile, folders snapped shut, voices dropped into polite murmurs as one by one, they slipped through the double doors. The air shifted with them—lighter in some ways, heavier in others. And then it was just him and I. Maverick didn’t move. He sat there like the storm after lightning, perfectly still, perfectly controlled, but so charged the room itself seemed to hold its breath. I kept my hands folded on the polished table, knuckles white. My nails dug half-moons into my skin. I didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. My eyes burned holes into the neat little rows of contracts I’d stacked, as if they could hold me together. The silence wasn’t quiet. It buzzed. My pulse thundered in my ears, too loud, too human, while the ticking of the wall clock pressed into the back of my skull. I hated how aware I was of my breathing, shallow and uneven, as though even my lungs had betrayed me. Finally, he spoke. “Thank you.” His voice w

Last Updated : 2025-09-29

Chapter 31

The click of the boardroom door shutting behind me echoed louder than it should have, like a gavel sealing away everything that had just happened inside. My heart was still racing, my lips swollen, the phantom press of his mouth and his hand on my jaw clinging to me like a second skin I couldn’t peel off.I didn’t look back. Couldn’t. If I did, I might crumble right there, or worse—go running back into his arms like I hadn’t just sworn I’d never touch him again until Bianca was out of the picture. My heels struck the marble floor of the hallway, too fast, too loud, carrying me anywhere but there.The elevator was at the end of the corridor, its polished steel doors reflecting a fractured version of myself. I pressed the button with more force than necessary and folded my arms tight across my chest, like I could somehow hold myself together. The fluorescent lights above hummed, filling the silence I didn’t want. My breathing was uneven, my throat dry.The doors slid open. I stepped ins

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

Chapter 32

The first thing I noticed when I woke wasn’t the sunlight cutting sharp across the curtains, or the dull ache in my lower back from tossing all night. It was the quiet. Too quiet.No texts from him. No knock at the door. No apology slipped under the frame like some peace offering. Just silence and the faint hum of the hotel AC.I dragged myself up anyway, half-expecting my reflection to scream exhaustion. It did. My skin looked pale, my eyes rimmed with red, and the stubborn curve of my stomach was harder to hide every day. I smoothed my blouse down over it, though I wasn’t fooling anyone—not even myself.Coffee. That was the only solution. I ordered room service, brewed half a pot while waiting, and tried not to think about how he’d looked last night. The soft regret in his voice. The way his hands had felt around mine before I’d shoved him off. The press of his mouth still burned on my skin, whether I wanted to admit it or not.By the time the TV flickered on, the tray of eggs sat u

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

Chapter 33.

I was perched on the edge of the hotel bed, fingers wrapped around a mug that had long gone cold, staring at the muted TV as if the silent screen could erase the images burned into my brain from the press conference. The words kept looping: Carla Jepherson. My wife. Already married. My chest still felt tight, pulse hammering, and the hotel room—normally a sanctuary—felt claustrophobic, oppressive. Every shadow in the corners seemed to flicker like it knew the storm outside had just begun. Then came the knock. Sharp, deliberate. I froze. Not expecting anyone. Not now. Not him. “Carla,” the voice was low, measured, but it cut through the haze in my mind like a blade. Calm, unyielding. Maverick. My breath hitched. I set the mug down, clutching it like a lifeline. “I’m… not expecting anyone,” I said, voice tighter than I intended. “I know,” he replied, and the sound of his voice alone made my knees feel weak. “But I’m here. Because I should be. Because you deserve to see me—b

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

Chapter 34.

"I–it's... what about Bianca?" I breathed out, my words breaking between the heat of his lips against my skin. His mouth trailed to that sensitive spot just below my earlobe—the hollow between my ear and neck where his breath came out warm, slow, and deliberate. He stopped. The air thickened between us. Then, he looked me dead in the eye—those stormy gray eyes that had once wrecked me and were somehow piecing me back together again. "If she still hasn’t gotten the idea after the press conference," he said, his voice a low, velvety growl, "then that’s her problem. I already made it clear I’m done with her." He cupped my cheek gently, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. “It’s only you. I swear it.” My chest tightened, the last pieces of doubt dissolving beneath the sincerity in his tone. I felt myself softening, falling for him all over again like gravity never stopped pulling me toward him. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer until our lips were a breath apar

Last Updated : 2025-10-09

Chapter 35.

“Maverick!” I screamed, clutching my belly as another wave of pain ripped through me like a white-hot knife. “Maverick, my water just broke—wake the fuck up, young man!”Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My heart pounded so violently that it echoed in my ears. No one told me it would feel like this. Sure, I’d heard stories—watched those calm, smiling mothers on birthing videos—but this was nothing like that. This pain was feral, ancient, raw. My body felt like it was being split apart and remade from the inside.The contractions came in cruel, stabbing bursts, leaving no time to recover between them. My hands trembled as I gripped the sheets, nails biting into the fabric.Maverick shot upright, his hair a messy halo, eyes wild with sleep and shock. “What—what happened?”“My water broke!” I sobbed, the words catching in my throat as another contraction hit.That was all he needed to hear. He was out of bed in a heartbeat, half-panicked, half-focused.

Last Updated : 2025-10-09

Chapter 36.

“What do you mean by that? It’s yours, of course!”The words flew out of my mouth sharper than I intended, slicing the thick silence between us.My chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, anger and exhaustion burning in my throat. Maverick’s eyes stayed fixed on me for a heartbeat — cold, unreadable, like he was trying to find something in my face. Then slowly, his expression softened.The tension around his jaw eased; his shoulders dropped. His voice came out low, rough, almost weary.“You’re right,” he murmured finally, rubbing a hand over his face as if the fight had drained him. “Let’s go to work. Bianca is causing trouble for us.”He pushed himself up from the couch, the fabric groaning under his weight. I followed, even though every muscle in my body screamed to stay put. My stomach clenched. There was something in his voice — an edge I couldn’t name, like he was preparing himself for something worse.---The morning sun was harsh when we stepped outside. It sliced through the

Last Updated : 2025-10-10

Chapter 37.

"How is that possible? Maverick I swear I haven't been with another man since we started dating, I swear." I said trying to save as much space as possible. Maverick looked broken. "But I told you to tell me the truth. I won't hate you, I'll always love you no matter what. All you had to do was tell me the truth. I'm sorry we can't continue. You made me actually believe that he's mine when—" "But he is yours" I screeched. I do know when exactly I had started crying but I had. Tears flowed from my eyes like water flowing from a water fountain—endlessly. "That'll not what the fucking test says you bitch!" Bianca said to me. Just then a the voice of an old filtered through from the door. "Now that it has been confirmed that the child is yours, Mr. Shelby, I won't allow you to let her alone. You must marry my grand daughter, Bianca and make her the Lady of the Shelby Manor." I looked towards where the voice came from and saw Lisa beside the old man. So that was their plan,

Last Updated : 2025-10-14

Chapter 38.

“If anyone has a reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony,” the priest intoned, his voice echoing through the vaulted ceiling, “speak now, or forever remain silent.”The words hung in the air—sacred, expectant—until the church doors creaked open.I walked in.Stroller in hand.The Chief Sheriff and a swarm of paparazzi trailed behind me like a storm. Camera flashes cut through the colored light streaming from the stained-glass windows. My heels struck the marble floor in slow, deliberate rhythm, each click slicing through the hush.“I have more than one reason against this union,” I said evenly.Every head turned. Faces shifted from confusion to shock. Whispers swelled like ripples in still water. Everyone stared—everyone except Bianca and her minion, Lisa, who, unsurprisingly, stood frozen at the altar in her perfect maid-of-honor gown.Shocking.I offered them a curt smile, sharp enough to cut glass, then turned to the priest, refusing to let my gaze so much as gr

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

Chapter 39.

I palmed my left cheek with my left hand and blinked twice to clear my vision. Infront is me stood a raging Lisa. "How dare you steal Maverick two times in a row?!" It's the audacity for me. With shaky hands that I tried to control from returning the slap and numerous deep breaths, I was finally able to level my voice and respond to her. "I hope you have enough evidence to back up what you just said because you will be hearing from my lawyer and as long as I am alive, I will make sure you serve time in jail. I have no time for you and your childish antics." With that I took my baby's stroller and left. I heard footsteps behind me—following me—probably Maverick. When I got to my car, he—Maverick—stopped me. "Come to my place. I know you don't have any place to stay here in Abu Dhabi. Let me take care of you. Please." I didn't want to agree. I hadn't been to the Shelby Manor in over seven years. I didn't want to go back to being his maid. "No, you have no help at home and

Last Updated : 2025-11-04

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