جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 73

Malik’s POV The moment I stepped into my private study, I loosened my tie aggressively and exhaled heavily. For the first time in years, I felt completely out of control. Lily was pregnant. Pregnant with my child. The thought still replayed endlessly inside my head like a storm refusing to calm. I walked toward the large glass window overlooking Manhattan while rubbing my jaw tiredly. The city lights below normally helped clear my mind after stressful meetings. Tonight they did nothing. Because all I could see was Lily sitting on my bed crying quietly while protecting her stomach with trembling hands. Terrified. Alone. And carrying my baby while working herself to exhaustion inside my own home. A sharp anger settled heavily inside my chest at the thought. Not toward her. Toward myself. I should have stayed that morning in the hotel. I should have at least left her a way to contact me. Instead, I walked away because it was easier. Because responsibility and

Malik’s POV “You can stay,” I told Amira coldly. “But do not mess with me.” The hallway suddenly felt heavier with tension. I stepped closer to her slowly, lowering my voice into something far more dangerous. “Because I do not forgive.” Most people feared me when I spoke in that tone. Amira didn’t even blink. Instead, she smiled calmly, as if my warning meant absolutely nothing to her. “Okay, Your Highness,” she replied smoothly. “Not at all.” But her eyes told a different story. There was calculation there. A challenge. And I hated it immediately. For a few long seconds, we stared at each other silently. Then finally I stepped away from Lily’s door completely. “Enjoy your stay,” I said flatly before walking off. The moment I turned the corner, Omar approached quietly. “You do not trust her,” he observed. “No.” The answer came instantly. Amira was intelligent. Too intelligent. Women raised in royal households learned very early how to smile while