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Liliana Miller I stood in the bathroom of the company apartment, the small white stick trembling between my fingers. Two lines. Clear. Unmistakable. Pregnant. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. A mix of fear, disbelief, and something dangerously close to hope twisted inside my chest. I didn’t know how long I had been standing there, staring at it, when the doorbell suddenly rang. I flinched. Grey. Panic shot through me. I quickly shoved the pregnancy test into the bottom drawer, covered it with a towel, and washed my hands as if that could erase what I had just seen. I forced myself to breathe, fixed my expression, and walked to the door. When I opened it, it wasn’t Grey. It was Viktor. He stood there in his usual black suit, expression unreadable. “Miss Liliana,” he said politely. “I need you to come with me.” I frowned. “Come with you where?” “To the main house. Mr. Grey’s private residence. From today, that is where you will be

Alex Volkov I woke up with a splitting headache. The pain in my body was so sharp I could barely lift myself from the thin mattress. Every breath hurt. My ribs ached. My face felt swollen. Only one thought stayed in my mind. Was I going to die here? I stared at the cracked ceiling of the small room, the single dim light flickering above me. My phone was gone. My clothes were filthy. My body felt like it had been used as a punching bag and then thrown away. I had begged them earlier. I begged to call Mia. I even begged to call my father. Nothing. No one came. For the first time since everything started falling apart, the truth settled heavily in my chest. I did this to myself. The cheating. The lying. The greed. The stupid decision to take money from a man I didn’t know. The arrogance of thinking I could play in a world that was always bigger than me. I had lost Liliana. I had lost my father’s protection. I had lost whatever respect I thought I still had. And now I was

Liliana MillerI woke up before him.For a long time I didn’t move. I just sat there against the headboard, watching Grey sleep. The morning light was soft, slipping through the curtains in pale lines across the bed. He looked different like this—less controlled, less untouchable. One arm rested over the blanket, his breathing slow and even.My hand drifted to my stomach.The secret had been sitting inside me for days, growing heavier every time I swallowed the words back down. Last night had been warm. Quiet. Almost normal. And somehow that made it harder.Because now I knew what it felt like to be close to him without fear sitting between us, and I was about to change everything.I watched him for a few more minutes before I finally spoke.“Grey…”His eyes opened almost at once. He was always like that—never fully unguarded, even in sleep. He looked at me, still half-rested, waiting.I hesitated.My fingers twisted together in my lap. My heart was beating too fast for how quiet the

Liliana MillerMy heartbeat increased rapidly for a reason I wished I didn’t understand.The first image appeared on my phone while I was still in bed. Then another. Then a video. Within minutes, it felt like the entire internet had decided to open my life and pass judgment on it.There were pictures of me and Grey holding hands. A cropped video of us in the car. An older photo of me with Alex placed side by side with a newer one of me entering Volkov Tower. The captions were cruel in different ways.Gold digger. Homewrecker. She left the son for the father. She used the company job as a shortcut. No wonder she rose so quickly.I sat against the headboard, scrolling even though every line made my stomach tighten. The comments were worse than the posts. Some people attacked Grey, calling him shameless for being with his adopted son’s former girlfriend. Others defended him, saying Alex was never his real blood and a man of his status could choose whoever he wanted. A smaller group blame

Governor Richard HaleI used to walk beside him.Seven years ago, when I was still a Minister, Federico Grey was the most useful man I had ever partnered with. He did not waste words. He did not make promises he could not keep. When he said a deal would move, it moved. When he said a problem would disappear, it disappeared. Together, we opened doors that neither of us could have forced alone. I handled the political side. He handled everything the public was never supposed to see.Back then, I respected him.Perhaps I even admired him.That was before I became Governor.Power changes the size of a man’s hunger. Once I took office, the underground side of my business grew faster than the clean one. I made decisions Grey did not like. I crossed lines he considered permanent. I thought my new position made me untouchable enough to do it.I was wrong.Grey cut me off.Not privately. Not carefully. He withdrew his support in a way that left me exposed in front of men who used to fear my na