Semua Bab The Father Of My Child Is My Stepbrother: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Security was tighter today, two black SUVs drove ahead of us and two more followed behind.Another vehicle was positioned further back as a buffer. Mason had taken no chances.And yet…Somehow I still felt exposed, not because I didn’t trust Mason’s protection. I trusted him more than anyone.But the people we were going to meet weren’t the kind of enemies you could stop with guards or guns.These were people who controlled things from far away, people who moved money across continents, people who influenced governments.People who could destroy empires without ever raising their voices.Power like that didn’t need weapons. Power like that moved quietly.And quietly was what frightened me the most.I glanced sideways at Mason.“You’re very quiet.”He turned his head slightly toward me.“I’m letting them make the first move.”I frowned a little.“Does that actually work?” I asked “More often than reacting.” He replied His voice was calm and measured.The way it always was when he ste

Letty povKeeping a secret from Mason was harder than I expected.Much harder.Every morning when I woke up beside him, I felt the weight of it sitting quietly in my chest like a stone that refused to move.Sometimes he woke before me and sometimes I woke before him.But almost every morning, there was a moment when he pulled me closer without even opening his eyes.His arm would tighten around my waist, his hand resting against my stomach as if it naturally belonged there and every time that happened, my heart squeezed painfully.Because he had no idea there was a life growing there.Another child.His child.The words lived on the tip of my tongue so many times. Some nights when we lay in the dark talking quietly, I almost said it.Especially when Mason looked tired or when Andre did something silly and Mason laughed that rare, honest laugh that only appeared when he forgot about the dangerous world outside.Those moments made the secret feel heavier because the truth didn’t just be

Mason povThe first time I noticed something was wrong with Letty, it was something small.Too small for anyone else to notice.But I noticed.Because when you love someone long enough, you begin to see the smallest things.The tiny changes others would ignore.And Letty, Letty had changed.Not in a loud way and not in a way that made people worry immediately but in a quiet and careful way.The kind of change someone makes when they are trying very hard to hide something. At first, I thought it was stress, that would have been the reasonable explanation.After all, the last few weeks had been heavy for everyone. With the Blackthorne, Rosa, The Valens and the shifting power around us.Even the meeting with Helena and the others had added a new layer of pressure to everything so stress would have made sense.But something inside me kept whispering that it wasn’t just that because Letty had always handled pressure differently.She faced it, she talked about it and she leaned on me when t

Mason’s pov For a long time after Letty told me she was pregnant, I didn’t move.I just stood there with her in my arms. My mind was full but it was not with fear or with strategy but with something far more powerful, my family.Andre.Letty.And now another child. A small life growing quietly inside the woman I loved.For a few rare minutes, I allowed myself to simply feel it, the happiness, the warmth and the strange overwhelming pride that came with knowing my family was growing again.Letty rested her head against my chest.“You’re smiling,” she said softly.“I am.”“You rarely smile like this.” She continued “That’s because you rarely give me news like this.” I replied jokingly She laughed quietly.The sound was soft and warm, and it filled the room. Then she pulled away slightly and studied my face.“You’re already thinking about protection, aren’t you?”I sighed.“You know me too well.”Her hand rested gently on my arm.“Mason”“I know,” I said softly. “You don’t want me to

After I refused to leave…After I stood there and told Mason I wasn’t going anywhere…Something changed, not just in him but also in me. At first, I thought it would feel like victory.Like I had proven something, like I had secured my place beside him no matter what, but that wasn’t what settled in my chest.What I felt instead was responsibility. It was heavy, quiet and unavoidable because I had made a choice.I had decided not just to stay doing nothing but to stand and standing beside a man like Mason Wells in the middle of a war meant becoming more than just the woman he loved.It meant becoming someone who could survive it.The days that followed, at first nothing looked different but everything felt different.Mason accepted my decision to stay beside him, he didn’t argue again.He didn’t try to convince me to leave again but I could see it in him. In the way his shoulders stayed tense even when he tried to relax.In the way his eyes lingered on me a second too long whenever I