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Sienna Vale's palms were sweaty as she gripped the strap of her faded backpack tighter. The Hale Industries building towered above her like a glass giant, reflecting the Seattle skyline in sharp, unforgiving lines. At nineteen, she felt small here—too young, too ordinary, too everything. But this summer internship was her shot. Marketing department. Paid. Enough to cover next semester's tuition and help her mom with the medical bills piling up like bad dreams.She pushed through the revolving doors, the cool air conditioning hitting her like a slap. The lobby was a sea of polished marble, buzzing executives in designer suits, and the low hum of money being made. Sienna smoothed her secondhand black dress one last time, took a breath, and headed for the reception desk.That's when disaster struck.She rounded the corner too quickly, her shoulder colliding with a solid chest. Her folder flew open—resumes, portfolio prints, and her carefully handwritten notes scattering like confetti. A

Three weeks later, Sienna stood in the cramped pharmacy aisle staring at the row of pregnancy tests like they were live grenades. Her hands shook as she grabbed the most expensive one—the kind that promised “early detection” and “99% accuracy.” She paid in cash, avoiding the cashier’s eyes, and shoved the box deep into her backpack.Back in her dorm, she locked the door, turned off her phone, and sat on the edge of the bathtub for what felt like hours before she could make herself pee on the stick.Two minutes later, she stared at the little window.Two pink lines.Clear. Unmistakable.Her knees buckled. She slid down the wall until she hit the cold tile, hugging her knees to her chest.“No,” she whispered. “No, no, no.”But the lines didn’t disappear.She pressed both hands to her stomach, feeling nothing yet—no bump, no flutter, just terror and a strange, quiet protectiveness that surprised her.“I’m sorry,” she said to the tiny life inside her. “I’m so sorry I’m not ready.”Tears c

The private OB-GYN arrived at the mansion at 9:00 a.m. sharp the next morning.Dr. Elena Reyes was a calm, middle-aged woman with kind eyes and no-nonsense manner. She set up in one of the mansion’s guest suites that had been converted into a temporary exam room—ultrasound machine, blood pressure cuff, everything professional and discreet.Sienna sat on the edge of the exam table in a soft cotton gown, legs dangling, hands clasped tightly in her lap. Caspian stood by the window, arms crossed, staring out at the lake like he was memorizing every ripple.Dr. Reyes smiled gently. “First pregnancies are always nerve-wracking. You’re doing great just by being here.”Sienna managed a small nod.The doctor began the routine checks—blood pressure, weight, questions about symptoms. Nausea every morning. Fatigue that hit like a truck by 3 p.m. Occasional dizziness. No bleeding. No cramping.“Good signs,” Dr. Reyes said. “Now let’s see the little one.”She dimmed the lights and applied cool gel