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Public Claim

Chapter 55:Public ScandalThe storm hit like a tsunami.By morning, the news had exploded across every major outlet. “Voss Family Heirloom: Billionaire’s Pregnant Mistress Carries His Grandchild?” The headlines were vicious, sensational, and relentless. Photos from the hospital — somehow leaked — showed Damien carrying me in, blood visible on my robe. Grainy security footage from the penthouse confrontation with Alex had also surfaced, twisted and edited to paint Damien as a violent monster and me as the whore who tore their family apart.My phone had been blowing up since 6 a.m. I finally turned it off.I lay in the hospital bed, propped up against pillows, staring at the muted TV across the room. Every channel was running the story. Social media was a bloodbath. The comments were worse than I could have imagined:*Gold-digging slut fucked both father and son.* *Hope the baby comes out deformed.* *She should’ve drowned a

Threats

Chapter 56:Threats The penthouse had become a fortress. After the death threat, Damien didn’t take any chances. Within twenty-four hours of my discharge from the hospital, our home had transformed. Additional security personnel patrolled the floors below and above us. New cameras were installed in every corner. Bulletproof glass film was added to the windows. I wasn’t allowed to leave without at least four guards, and even then, only with Damien’s explicit approval. I understood the fear. I really did. But I was starting to feel like a prisoner in a golden cage. “You need to rest,” Damien said for the third time that morning, his voice firm as he watched me try to work from the couch. My laptop sat on my thighs, but he kept closing it every time I tried to focus on Foundation designs. “I’m on bed rest, not in a coma,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light. “Dr. Patel said light creative work is fine as

Cold Shoulder

Chapter 57:Cold ShoulderThe silence was worse than any argument.Three days had passed since our fight, and Damien had become a ghost in his own penthouse. He left before I woke up and returned long after I’d gone to bed. When he was home, he was polite. Distant. He checked on the baby’s movements, asked about my symptoms, made sure I took my vitamins and ate properly — but the warmth, the dominance, the all-consuming intensity I had grown addicted to was gone.Replaced by cold, professional courtesy.This morning, I sat at the breakfast bar watching him drink coffee while reading reports on his tablet. He looked devastating in a charcoal suit, silver threading his dark hair, but his eyes barely met mine.“Security will take you to the studio at 10,” he said without looking up. “Two hours maximum. Then straight back here.”I swallowed. “Damien… can we talk?”“I have back-to-back meetings.” He stood, buttoning his j

The Assistant

Chapter 58:The AssistantJealousy was a new poison in my veins.I couldn’t stop thinking about her — Natalie. The way she leaned over Damien’s desk, her hand lingering on his forearm, that polished, confident smile. She was everything I wasn’t right now: sleek, put-together, not carrying visible proof of the chaos in our lives.I sat on the couch in Damien’s office while he finished a call, my hands resting protectively over my small bump. The city lights glittered far below, but my mind kept replaying the scene I’d walked in on.When he finally ended the call and turned to me, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.“Who is she really?” I asked, voice quieter than I wanted.Damien raised an eyebrow, leaning back against his desk. “Natalie has been with the company for eight months. She’s competent, discreet, and extremely good at her job.”“She touches you like she’s done it before.”A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips. He crossed his arms, studying me with that piercing intensity that al

Old patterns

Chapter 59:Old PatternsNatalie’s words refused to leave me.They followed me back to the penthouse that night, echoed through my shower, and settled heavy in my chest as I lay beside Damien while he slept. His arm was draped possessively over my growing bump, his breathing deep and steady. He looked peaceful. Powerful. Mine.But doubt had taken root.The next morning, after Damien left for the office, I did what I promised myself I wouldn’t do.I started digging.With Priya covering for me at the studio, I sat on the couch with my laptop and a cup of herbal tea, searching for any trace of Damien Voss’s romantic history before me. At first, the results were surface-level: gala photos with elegant socialites on his arm, business magazine profiles mentioning his “notable bachelor status,” and the very public, very bitter divorce from Elena.But the deeper I went, the more the pattern emerged.There was Sophia Laurent — a 28-year-old French model he had “rescued” from an abusive ex-boyfr

Trust Test

Chapter 60:Trust TestThe morning after our intense reconciliation, Damien did something I never expected.He woke me with soft kisses along my shoulder, his large hand resting protectively over my rounded belly. At nearly ten weeks, the bump was more noticeable now, a gentle curve that made everything feel more real.“Morning, little one,” he murmured against my skin. His voice was still rough with sleep, but there was a new determination beneath it.I turned in his arms and kissed him properly, slow and deep. The fight, the jealousy, Natalie’s warning — it all still lingered, but being close to him like this made it easier to breathe.Damien pulled back and studied my face for a long moment. Then he reached over to the nightstand and picked up his phone. He unlocked it and handed it to me.“Take it.”I blinked, confused. “What?”“Everything,” he said calmly. “My phone. My laptop. My email passwords.

The Victim Card

Chapter 61:The Victim CardThe guilt started with a single text from an unknown number.**Alex:** *Bianca is in the hospital. Heart complications. She’s asking for you. Says she needs to apologize before it’s too late. Please, Isla. For old times’ sake.*I stared at the message for nearly twenty minutes, thumb hovering over the delete button. Damien was in his home office on a conference call. The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of his voice in the distance. I should have told him immediately. Instead, I deleted the message and tried to push it out of my mind.But the seed had been planted.By evening, another message arrived. Then a voicemail. Alex’s voice sounded genuinely shaken.“She keeps saying your name. The doctors are worried. Just… come see her. Ten minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”I told myself I was doing it for closure. For peace. For the sake of our baby — to finally put the past to rest so

Punishment

**Chapter 62: Punishment**The marble floor was cool against my knees, but it did nothing to temper the heat flooding my body. Damien stood above me like a god carved from shadow and steel, his fingers still tangled in my hair. The city lights painted sharp angles across his face, highlighting the tight set of his jaw and the dangerous darkness in his eyes. He wasn’t yelling. He didn’t need to. His silence was heavier than any shout.“You disobeyed me, Isla.” His voice was low, controlled, each word measured like a blade. “I gave you one clear rule. Stay away from them. And the first chance you got, you ran straight into their web.”“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my throat tight. My hands rested on my thighs, trembling. The swell of my belly pressed lightly against the fabric of my dress—a constant reminder of everything at stake. “Bianca looked so sick, and Alex said—”“I don’t care what they said.” He tightened his grip, tilting my head back further until I had no choice but to meet his

Investigation

**Chapter 63: Investigation**The morning light sliced through the penthouse windows like a blade. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, smoothing down the soft navy maternity dress Damien had chosen for me. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Twenty-four weeks. The baby was kicking steadily now, little flutters that usually calmed me. Today they only reminded me how high the stakes had become.“You’re not going in there alone.” Damien’s voice was low and final as he adjusted his cufflinks. He looked every inch the ruthless billionaire—charcoal suit tailored to perfection, jaw clean-shaven, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. “Victor will be with you the entire time. Say as little as possible.”I met his gaze in the mirror. “They’re going to ask about you. About us.”“Let them ask.” He stepped behind me, his large hands settling possessively on my hips, then sliding around to cradle the swell of my belly. His chin rested on top of my head. “You belong to me, Isla. My chil

The setup

**Chapter 64: The Setup**The emails burned behind my eyes the entire ride back to the penthouse.I read them twice in the car, then a third time while the elevator climbed silently toward the top floor. Each line carved deeper into my chest:*“Make it look natural. Get her in the water. Alex needs to fail publicly. I’ll handle the rescue.”*Bank transfers. Timestamps. A contingency note if things went wrong: *“If she actually drowns, double the payment and disappear.”*Marcus hadn’t lied. The proof was right there in cold black and white—Damien had orchestrated the entire nightmare at the pool party. Not a spontaneous rescue. Not fate bringing us together. A calculated setup so he could play hero and rip me away from his son.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I stepped into the penthouse. The baby was kicking hard, sensing my panic. I pressed both palms to my belly, trying to breathe through the nausea.“Damien?” My voice echoed through the open space.He appeared from the hallway, s

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