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Xavier's POV The morning after Diana gave birth, the hospital corridor felt too bright, too sterile for the storm still raging in my chest. Aurora’s words from last night burned in my ears: Stay away from me until you man up and fix this. She’d shoved me off after I’d fucked her raw, cum still leaking down her thighs, and slammed the bedroom door between us. My cock had been hard again five minutes later just thinking about her angry little glare, but I’d slept on the couch like a punished dog. No more. I pushed open the door to Diana’s private room. She was propped up in bed, cradling the newborn against her chest, looking every bit the exhausted new mother in a soft hospital gown. The baby had a tuft of dark hair. My gut twisted. “Xavier,” she said softly, eyes lighting up with that calculated vulnerability. “You came back. He slept through the night. Our son—” “Save it.” I closed the door behind me, voice low and final. “The paternity test. Now. This morning.” Diana’s express

Xavier's POV I locked the office door the second the courier left. The envelope felt heavy in my hand as I dropped into the leather chair behind the desk. “Alright,” I muttered, slicing it open with the letter opener. “Let’s see what the hell you tried to trap me with, Diana.” I unfolded the paper and read out loud, voice low and rough. “‘Paternity Test Results. Probability of Paternity: 0.00%. Conclusion: The tested male is excluded as the biological father of the child.’” I stared at the words. “Not mine. Zero percent. Not a fucking chance.” A harsh laugh escaped me. “All those texts. All those hospital tears. ‘He’s your son, Xavier. Don’t you trust me? After everything I went through…’ Jesus Christ. You really thought I’d just accept it.” I stood up and paced, still talking to the empty room. “You played every card. The silk robes. The hand on my arm at breakfast. The ‘we can be a family again’ bullshit. And the whole time you knew. Or at least you were willing to gamble th

Diana's POV The envelope from the lab lay on the hotel desk like a bomb. I snatched it up, tearing it open with my nails. “Probability of Paternity: 0.00%,” I read aloud, my voice shaking. “Conclusion: The tested male is excluded as the biological father of the child. Zero percent. Not his. Not fucking his!” I slammed the paper down. “You actually went through with it, Xavier? After everything? After I cried on the phone saying ‘Please don’t do this, it’ll stress our baby. You felt him kick, remember? He’s yours, I know he is.’ And you still demanded the damn test right there in the hospital room!” The baby started crying in the portable crib. I walked over and picked him up, bouncing him on my hip. “Shh, shh, little one. Mama’s not mad at you. I’m mad at them. You were supposed to be my golden ticket. ‘Look at him, Xavier. He has your hair, your eyes. We can be a real family again.’ I fed you every line and you still chose her.” I rocked him harder, pacing the suite. “All those

Xavier's POV I was standing in the foyer when Aurora slipped back through the side door, her sundress slightly rumpled from the quick walk, cheeks flushed. Ray had texted the second her feet crossed the gate: Kevin outside. Five minutes. She went alone. Five minutes was enough. “Aurora,” I said quietly, voice calm. I didn’t move from where I leaned against the newel post of the grand staircase. She froze mid-step, eyes widening for a split second before she tried to school her expression. “Xavier. You’re… home early.” “I’ve been home,” I replied evenly. “Ray saw Kevin’s car outside the gates. You went out without telling me.” She shifted her weight, clutching a small bakery box like a shield. “It was nothing. He just brought lemon cookies and asked how the test results went. I was back in under ten minutes.” “Ten minutes is long enough.” I pushed off the post and walked toward her slowly, keeping my tone level. No shouting. No accusations flying. Just facts. “He tucked your hai

Diana sat alone in the dimly lit hotel suite, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional whimper from the baby in the crib. The laptop screen cast a cold blue glow across her face. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long moment before she began typing the email with precise, deliberate strokes. She read the message aloud in a low, venomous voice. “Subject: Explosive Exclusive – Prominent businessman Xavier in long-term incestuous affair with his young niece. Multiple sources confirm explicit sexual relationship. Aurora, 18, calls him ‘Uncle’ during rough encounters inside the family mansion. Details include passionate sex against windows and on the breakfast table. Proof attached. Run immediately.” Diana attached the blurry photos Kevin had provided and several carefully worded summaries of Aurora’s confessions. She hit send, then leaned back in the chair, exhaling slowly. Her phone rang within minutes. She answered on the first ring. “This is D