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The Aftermath

POV: ClaraThe aftermath of the press conference turned into a nightmare the moment Victor dragged me away from the flashing cameras and the crowd of reporters. He pulled me straight into his private wing, where the gentleman mask he had worn for the world completely vanished. He shoved me inside the room and locked the door behind us, his grip on my arm tightening until it bruised my skin. His words came out cold and clinical when he looked me dead in the eye. "Since the world now thinks you are pregnant, we need to make it happen immediately," he stated, his voice flat. "There is no time to waste and no room for excuses anymore."I stood there frozen as he spoke. His voice stayed detached, like he was discussing a quarterly business deal instead of my body and my future. I tried to pull away, but he held me tighter. "The public announcement has set everything in motion," he said again, ignoring my flinch. "Now we have to follow through right away. The narrative is written; the rea

Compliance

POV: ClaraThey came at seven in the morning.I heard the knock and sat up from the shallow place I had been resting in, and before I could say anything the door opened and three people walked in carrying cases that looked like the kind doctors brought to private consultations — clean and expensive and completely unmarked. Two women and a man, all in pale grey clothing that was close enough to medical scrubs to signal what they were without actually being a uniform, and none of them looked at me the way a doctor looks at a patient, which is to say with any acknowledgment that the person in the bed is a person.They looked at me the way people look at a task.Victor came in behind them.He was dressed already, fully, like the morning was something he had been awake for since before the sun came up, and he was carrying a cup of tea and he crossed to the armchair in the corner of the room and sat down in it and crossed one leg over the other and looked at me with the expression he used i

The Performance

POV: NikolaiI checked the feed on my phone one last time before pocketing it. Victor was watching. Of course he was. The old man lived for the glow of those security monitors, hovering over our lives like a god with a bad habit.It was time to give him the show of a lifetime.I turned back to Camille, smoothing my expression into something warm, something doting. It was a mask I’d worn so many times it practically slid on by itself. "I’ve been thinking, Cami," I said, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face. I made sure my hand lingered, my thumb grazing her cheek just long enough for the cameras to catch the intimacy of it.Her eyes lit up. She was so predictable it was almost boring. "Thinking about what, Nik?""The wedding," I murmured, lowering my voice like we were sharing a secret. "I think it’s time we set a date. Why wait? We know what we want."She practically glowed. It was pathetic, really, how easily she fell for the loving fiancé routine. She started rambling a

The Choice

POV: ClaraThe room felt like a cage tonight.Even with Victor gone—swept away to some glittering gala where he could parade his power in a tuxedo—the air still carried his weight. Two guards stood outside my door like silent sentinels, their presence a constant reminder that I was never truly alone. The silk nightgown they’d dressed me in clung to my skin, cool and expensive, chosen to make me look delicate and compliant. I hated it. I hated everything it represented.I sat on the edge of the massive bed, knees drawn to my chest, staring at the bottle of “supplements” Nikolai had pressed into my palm earlier. The pills felt like both salvation and another chain. Fake symptoms. Fake pregnancy. Another layer of lies in this house of monsters.A soft click at the door made my head snap up.The handle turned. My heart slammed against my ribs.Nikolai slipped inside like smoke, closing the door behind him with the quiet mastery of someone who had spent years learning every lock in this ma

A Perfect Illusion

POV: NikolaiThe breakfast room felt like a funeral parlor, and the fertility doctor was the one digging the grave. Dr. Aris was staring at his tablet like it was written in a language he’d forgotten how to read. He kept looking at Clara, then back at his screen, then at my father."I don't understand it, Victor," Dr. Aris said, rubbing his temple. "The physical symptoms are textbook. The morning sickness, the hormonal fluctuations—everything points to an early success."Victor leaned forward, his hands flat on the table. "And the blood work?""That’s the problem," the doctor muttered. "The HCG levels are all over the place. They spiked, then dipped, then flattened. It doesn't make sense with her physical state.""Is she pregnant or not, Aris?" Victor’s voice was low, the kind of low that usually ended with someone getting fired or worse."Technically? No. The tests aren't confirming a viable pregnancy. But her body is reacting as if she is. It’s like her system is being tricked."I s

The Clock Ran Out

POV: NikolaiThe breakfast room felt like a funeral parlor, and the fertility doctor was the one digging the grave. Dr. Aris was staring at his tablet like it was written in a language he’d forgotten how to read. He kept looking at Clara, then back at his screen, then at my father."I don't understand it, Victor," Dr. Aris said, rubbing his temple. "The physical symptoms are textbook. The morning sickness, the hormonal fluctuations—everything points to an early success."Victor leaned forward, his hands flat on the table. "And the blood work?""That’s the problem," the doctor muttered. "The HCG levels are all over the place. They spiked, then dipped, then flattened. It doesn't make sense with her physical state.""Is she pregnant or not, Aris?" Victor’s voice was low, the kind of low that usually ended with someone getting fired or worse."Technically? No. The tests aren't confirming a viable pregnancy. But her body is reacting as if she is. It’s like her system is being tricked."I s

Before The Blow Fell

POV: ClaraI was stuck. Victor had officially put me on bed rest, claiming he was protecting the pregnancy, but we all knew it was just another way to lock the cage. The four walls of this room were starting to feel like they were breathing, closing in on me every time the clock ticked.I was bored out of my mind, terrified of the next blood test, and so lonely I actually missed Nikolai’s insults. Being alone with your thoughts in this house is a dangerous thing because eventually, you start remembering the basement. You start remembering that you’re just a prize in a game played by monsters.I tried to read, but the words just swam around the page. I tried to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw Victor’s face in the gym, looking like he wanted to snap Nikolai’s neck. I needed a distraction before I actually lost my mind.I ended up pacing the walk-in closet, running my fingers over the silk dresses I wasn't allowed to wear anymore. I pushed aside a row of heavy winter coats

Collateral

Nikolai Victor jumped. Of course he did. He looked like a man who’d just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, or more accurately, his hands on someone else’s property. My property. Well, mine in name, anyway. "What the hell is this, Nikolai?" Victor snapped, trying to recover his dignity by adjusting his sleeves. He looked ruffled. Good."Get out," I said, my voice vibrating with a fake urgency I’d spent years perfecting. "Now.""Excuse me?""Perimeter breach. North sector," I lied, stepping into his personal space, smelling the expensive cologne and the cheap desperation rolling off him. "The sensors picked up a heat signature near the secondary gate. Security is scrambling, and as the 'acting head' of this little circus today, you need to go down there and look like you're in charge before the old man finds out you were busy playing house."Victor’s eyes widened. He loved a crisis. Nothing made him feel more like a big man than shouting orders at guys with earpieces. "A b

...See The Sunrise

POV: ClaraI don't know why but my darlin husband—cough—decided to host a gender reveal party for the 'baby' The dress was pink. Not a soft, romantic blush, but a pale, sickly carnation that made me look like I’d already been dead for three days. Victor had chosen it, obviously. He said it "symbolized hope." I called it a shroud.I stared at myself in the full-length mirror of the master suite, my hands resting flat against my stomach. My very flat, very empty stomach. There was no life in there. Just a hollow ache and the crushing weight of a lie that was about to bring the ceiling down on our heads."You look perfect, darling," Victor’s voice oily and smooth, drifted from the doorway. He walked up behind me, his hands sliding over my shoulders, his grip just a fraction too tight. "The picture of motherhood."I felt like vomiting. "Victor, this is insane. A gender reveal? For a baby that doesn't exist? We are inviting the most powerful people in the city to watch us pop a balloon fi

Click

POV: Nikolai The champagne was flowing, the laughter was fake, and the air in the ballroom was thick enough to choke a horse. I leaned against a marble pillar in the back of the room, my suit jacket unbuttoned, looking every bit the disinterested brother. But my eyes were on Camille. She was moving. Not just moving—she was hunting. She had that sharp, predatory glint in her eyes, the one she got right before she drew blood. She was weaving through the clusters of gossiping board members, heading straight for Victor, who was currently laughing at some senator’s joke near the grand staircase. I saw her hand dip into her pocket. She was reaching for her phone. The "files." The proof that Clara’s pregnancy was a ghost story. *Not on my watch, you bitch.* I didn't run. Running attracts attention. I intercepted her wi

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