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ClarissaThe kitchen was quiet, except for the low hum of the fridge and the coffee machine dripping. My legs felt stiff under my sweatpants. My bump pressed against the cool edge of the counter, so I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.The machine let out a sharp beep.I poured the dark liquid into my mug, steam rising into my face, and took a small sip. I needed something to wake me up before heading down the hall.As soon as my feet hit the runner in the hallway, porcelain cups clinked together from the living room. Fake, high-pitched laughter followed right after, bouncing off the walls. I stopped near the doorway, keeping my back pressed against the wall trim.Drake sat on the white sofa with his legs crossed, holding a china cup. Beatrice sat right beside him in a neat blue dress, her heavy gold necklace catching the light. Victoria sat across from them on the matching couch in a silk jumpsuit, taking slow sips like she ran the place.Valentine stood near the entrance.

ClarissaThe zipper pulled shut with a sharp tug, the teeth clicking into place across the top of my bag. My hands shook as I shoved my phone into my coat pocket. The air in the room felt thick and suffocating, like I was trying to breathe under water.I couldn't stay here another minute. Not in a house where Victoria walked around acting like the madam of the place, inviting my ex-husband over for tea while Valentine stood there and let it happen.I needed to get Chloe out too, but I could call a cab and pack her stuff in five minutes. We could go stay at Layla's apartment for a while. Layla had an extra couch in her living room. It was small, but it was safe.How am I supposed to fight Drake and get my company back without Valentine?The thought hit me like a kick to the ribs, making my stomach turn. I didn't have the money to drag Drake through court by myself. I didn't have the legal team or the leverage.It doesn't matter. I have to leave.My hand pressed against my bump. The bab

ClarissaThe glass window pane felt freezing cold against my forehead as the black security cart disappeared down the long gravel driveway. Victoria’s glare lingered in my head like a stain. Even with her belongings packed and moved out to the guest house, the air in this main mansion felt ruined. Every corner smelled like her perfume and Drake's cheap cologne.My skin kept crawling. Staying here was a bad idea, and leaving Chloe at the medical house wasn't safe anymore either.I turned around, grabbed my canvas bag, and called my driver to take me straight over to where Chloe was staying.When I stepped into the foyer of the house, the head nurse was sitting near the doorway, logging Chloe's morning vitals into a tablet. Two shift staff members were prepping lunch in the side kitchen."Pack her meds," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "We're moving her now."The nurse blinked, her hands hovering over the screen. "Clarissa? Mr. Gaston said—""I don't care what Valentine said," I cut in

ValentineThe phone speaker crackled with Marcus’s panicked breathing, but the maid screaming in the background made my fingers lock up over the screen. Clarissa sat right beside me in the back seat of the SUV, her body pressed tight against the far door panel, her shoulders locked rigid under her sweater. I looked from the glowing screen to her face. My thumb hovered right over the red button, frozen.Clarissa’s head turned toward me, her gaze cutting right through the dim light of the cabin. Her features stayed flat, but her right hand slid down over the curve of her belly, her fingers bunching up the wool of her coat."Don't," she said.The word came out low, barely carrying over the quiet hum of the SUV’s engine, but it stopped my hand dead in the air."Clarissa, hear me out," I said, turning my body on the leather seat to face her. "Marcus is worried sick mind. If Victoria collapsed out there, it turns into a nightmare.""Tell the driver to pull over," she said. Her voice didn't