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Isabella’s POV“She has been kidnapped.”The words hit me hard. I couldn’t breathe for a second. Rain fell around us. Cold and steady. I barely felt it.My mother. After twenty years. After I thought she was dead. After I found out she was alive. Now she was gone.“No.” My voice was weak.The officer looked uncomfortable. “I’m sorry.”“No.” I shook my head. “You’re wrong.”Damien put his arm around my shoulders. His grip was firm. Steady. It grounded me. I leaned into him without thinking.The officer looked away. “We intercepted a message thirty minutes ago.”My stomach twisted. “And?”“It confirmed she was taken from a safe location.”“By who?”“We don’t know yet.”I closed my eyes. Everything hurt. Damien looked down at me. “Look at me.”I did. His gray eyes were calm. “We will find her.”His certainty made something settle inside me. A little. “What if we’re too late?”“We won’t be.”“You don’t know that.”“I know I won’t stop looking.” The answer came fast. No hesitation.My thro

Isabella’s Pov The media frenzy grew worse with every passing day. Cameras flashed no matter where I went. Reporters shouted questions the second I stepped outside. My phone buzzed constantly with new headlines: “Blackwood Baby Drama!” and “Who’s the Real Father?” I couldn’t even look out a window without seeing another news van parked nearby. It felt like the whole world was staring at my growing belly, waiting for me to break.I tried to stay strong, but inside I was crumbling. Damien saw it. He hated how tense I became every time my phone lit up or a stranger whispered as we walked past. One rainy afternoon, he made up his mind.“We’re leaving,” he told me gently while packing a small bag for me. “There’s a quieter property up north. Bigger land, taller walls, better security. You need peace, Isabella. Our baby needs peace.”I just nodded. I was too tired to argue. I let him guide me into the black SUV with dark windows. We slipped out through a back gate while the main crowd wai

Isabella’s PovThe leaked photos dominated every news outlet. They were everywhere I looked. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with alerts. TV screens in the living room showed the old pictures of me and Ethan on repeat. Those private moments from before my wedding now felt cheap and exposed. Headlines screamed things like “Secret Past Revealed!” and “Isabella’s True Heart?” I wanted to crawl under the covers and never come out.The public started questioning everything. Comment sections filled with cruel words. “Does Isabella even love Damien or did she just marry him to hide her pregnancy?” “She probably used him for the Blackwood name and money.” Some people felt sorry for Damien. Others said I was playing games with both men. It hurt so much because deep down I knew parts of it came from my own confusion. I loved Damien, but the baby inside me tied me to Ethan forever. The gossip made everything feel dirty.Damien tried to ignore it at first. He would kiss my forehead in the mornin

Isabella’s PovThe anonymous package changed everything I thought I knew about my marriage to Damien. I stood there in the kitchen, staring at the papers spread across the table. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. There were copies of the marriage contract with dates that didn’t make sense. The contract had been prepared weeks before I ever agreed to marry Damien. Even worse, some signatures looked off — like they might have been forged or influenced by someone. Old emails mentioned “securing the alliance” and “timing the proposal perfectly.” It felt like my whole life had been scripted by invisible hands.Tears blurred my vision as I read line after line. How could this be real? I remembered the whirlwind days leading up to the wedding. I had been scared, pregnant, and confused. Damien had seemed like a safe choice, a steady man who cared. But now it looked like someone had pushed us together long before I said yes. My chest tightened. The baby kicked hard, as if feeling my panic too.

Damien’s Pov I made the decision after another sleepless night. The betrayal by Marcus and the anonymous papers had shaken everything. I could not let the company or outsiders keep threatening my family. To stabilize the situation, I initiated legal action the next morning. My lawyers drew up documents to secure full spousal and inheritance protection rights for Isabella and the unborn child. It was not about taking anything from anyone. It was about making sure Isabella stayed protected as my wife and that our family had a clear place in the Blackwood line, no matter what DNA tests later showed.I explained it to Isabella over coffee in the quiet kitchen. “This is to shield you and the baby,” I said. “The board is pushing hard. Investors are nervous. This paperwork will lock in your rights and the child’s future here.” She listened with tired eyes and nodded slowly, but I saw the hesitation. Her hand rested on her belly the whole time. She did not say much. The doubt from the pack