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“You’re pregnant.”The words hit like ice water. Valentina stared at the doctor, her hands trembling as she clutched the edge of the examination table. The sterile room smelled of antiseptic and faint lavender from the air freshener, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside her.Pregnant?With Kennedy’s child, the same man who’d spent three years treating her like something disposable, a toy he could break and discard at whim. She’d come to the clinic on a hunch, after weeks of nausea and missed periods, but hearing it confirmed made her world tilt. How could she bring a child into this nightmare? Kennedy’s rages, his infidelities, the bruises he left not just on her skin but on her soul, they all flashed through her mind like a cruel montage.She thanked the doctor numbly, gathered her things, and stepped out into the fading afternoon light. The streets of the city buzzed with life, people hurrying home from work, vendors calling out their wares, the distant hum of traffic

The rain began as a cold, mocking drizzle, turning the grime of the alley into a slick black sludge.Valentina…. no, she had to stop thinking of herself as the woman who loved Kennedy forced her fingers to dig into the wet pavement. Her muscles screamed, the paralytic leaving behind a lingering, leaden tremor that made every movement feel like wading through thick tar.She dragged herself upright, leaning against a graffiti-stained brick wall. Every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass; her throat was a ring of fire where Kennedy’s thumbs had tried to extinguish her soul.She began to walk. Each step was a battle against gravity. She was a phantom in a torn silk gown, a ruined bride of the night, trailing the faint, ironic scent of expensive lilies and cemetery dirt.As she stumbled toward the mouth of the alley, the neon glare of the city hit her like a physical blow. She passed a high-end boutique, its glass polished to a mirror finish. Valentina stopped. She didn't mean to l

The car ride was a blur of violence and luxury. Valentina, still reeling from the cold grip of the man who called her Misha, tried to fling herself toward the door, her nails clawing at the leather."Let me out! Help!" she shrieked, her voice cracking.But the men inside weren't men; they were stone walls in tailored suits. One bouncer, a giant with a face like a scarred mountain, caught her wrists in one hand. He didn't hurt her, but his strength was absolute, pinning her against the seat as the car tore through the city at a breakneck speed."Quiet," the man in the front, Ian, commanded without looking back.The car surged through massive iron gates, up a winding drive lined with ancient oaks, and skidded to a halt before a palace of glass and marble. This wasn't just a house; it was a fortress of wealth.Valentina was hauled out, her feet barely touching the ground. Her throat felt like she had swallowed hot coals, dry, raw, and bleeding from the screaming and the choking. The fi