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Chapter 21 : Baby, you look like Charlize.

I wake up to the sound of a door slamming upstairs. By the time I make it to the stairs with one hand on the railing and the other braced under my belly, Vivienne's voice is already ringing through the house.She's in yesterday's clothes, her hair a mess and Biscuit under her arm like a football."A guest bedroom?! A guest bedroom, Lucien."He's sitting at the dining table with his coffee and a tablet, already dressed in a sharp suit.He doesn't look up at her. He sips his coffee quietly, a picture of perfect composure. "You were asleep on the couch.""Then you take me to Evelyn's room! She has a bed and her body is so soft! I hate you for this! I woke up in a room that smells like unused soap."Lucien only palms his forehead, still staring at his tablet.She drops into the chair across from him and points a finger at his face. "I want compensation. I want a day out, and you're paying."I stop on the last step, not sure whether I'm allowed to be here. Mrs Green passes behind me with a

Last Updated : 2026-10-07

Chapter 22: The Three Musketeers.

I walk in slowly to the living room, resisting the urge to curl my shoulder or keep my eyes down. Lucien sits with his legs crossed on the main chair and all around him are three men who fill the room the way Alphas do, without trying. Their scents — wealthy, domineering — hit me all at once, and I tighten my grip on the bags to keep my hands from shaking. As I move closer toward Vivienne, one of them lets out a long, low whistle. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” “An angel,” one says, gripping his chest. The other men laugh. "Well, look at you two," says the tallest, a lean man with sandy hair and a grin that looks permanent. "You look like you were in France?" Vivienne does a spin. “Do we look pretty?” “Depends. Did you buy the whole city?” Lucien’s face doesn't shift. "Only the good parts," Vivienne says sweetly. "I didn't know your friends were coming. I would have bought a dress for them too." “Well, we wouldn't look as… dazzling I promise,” the dark-skinned one

Last Updated : 2026-10-07

Chapter 23: Such a strong scent.

Roland does not let up on me. It’s not like he’s pressuring me, or at least it never feels that way. But he is… persistent which feels strange to me. He texts me the morning after I save his number, before I am even out of bed. Roland: Good morning. Did the baby let you sleep? I look at it for a full minute before I answer. By the end of the week it has become a rhythm. A message when I wake. A photo of a dog he passes on his morning run, captioned Biscuit's cousin? A question about what I ate for lunch, followed by an opinion on what I should have eaten instead. He asks what I am reading. He asks whether I go to the library because I love it or because I need a reason to leave the house. He asks questions nobody has asked me in years. What my favorite season is. What I wanted to be when I was ten. Whether I like my tea with sugar. Where I would like to visit. He never asks for anything in return though. And that is the part I keep circling back to. Everyone I have met in t

Last Updated : 2026-10-16

Chapter 24: The Saint.

“What right do you have to say my name, Mr Cross?” I ask, voice shaking. The refrigerator hums. The clock ticks somewhere down the hall. The baby settles beneath my palm, and I realize I’ve pressed my hand flat against my stomach without meaning to. Lucien watches me. "You’re right. I don't. But you still owe me an answer.” “The answer is no! It has always been no!” “What exactly are you clinging to, Evelyn?” he snaps at me. “It's not like you're going to stay in our lives once the child is born. There's nothing long term in it for you! You don't get to be their mom, you know. So just take the fucking money and leave!” That silences me. My eyes lower, caught. His eyes narrow as though something does not add up. "Or it isn't just that, is it?" He tilts his head. "You are not hesitating over the child. You are hesitating over someone." "Lucien." "Celeste." He says her name like it’s a curse. "Did she promise you something? Her care? Her friendship?" He scoffs. Hea

Last Updated : 2026-10-17

Chapter 25: Sugar on the Side.

A knock comes on my door at nine the next morning. I open it to find Mrs Greene holding a tray. Toast, a boiled egg, a small plate of ginger biscuits, and a cup of tea beside a bowl of sugar. She doesn't come in instantly like she usually does. She looks at my face for exactly one second, and her mouth tightens. "He told me to leave this outside your door and not to say it was from him," she says. "I'm saying it anyway." My throat closes. "Mrs Greene." "He didn't go to bed last night. His study light was on at five. And it's still on now." She presses the tray into my hands. "I raised Lucien, my dear. I won't ask what happened. But I know what that kind of night does to him. And I know it won't stop." I swallow, my throat too tight. Her gaze travels over me. "You don't look like you had much sleep yourself?" I slowly shake my head. She nods. "Hm, well you eat something. Then go to bed okay. You have to take care of yourself Evie. For you and the baby." "I will," I ans

Last Updated : 2026-10-17

Chapter 26: Linen sheets and soft skin.

Two weeks pass without a single word between us. It isn't a fight, no. A fight would at least be loud. This is quieter, a held breath that nobody lets out. Lucien comes home late and leaves early. And when our paths cross in the hall, he nods and I stare back blankly. At dinner, if he is there at all, he speaks to Mrs Greene about the salt or the weather. He never looks at me. And I tell myself I prefer it that way. Mrs Greene still comes to check up on me every morning. She stays, and makes light conversation. Somehow, I sense whose idea it is. But I never acknowledge it. I just listen, nod and smile. On the fifteenth morning, she finds me in the sitting room and folds her hands. "Lucien has left for the airport," she says. "He asked me to tell you he'll be away on business for a few weeks." I lean up to look at her. "A few weeks?" "That is what he said." I wait for the rest. There isn't any. No message, no note, nothing left on the table. "Did he say anything else

Last Updated : 2026-10-18

Chapter 27: Not Quite a Lie.

"Your room?" My voice comes out as a tiny squeak, my eyes wide. I pull the sheet higher on my body, though there's nothing left to cover.He has seen it all."Mrs Greene told me this was the guest room."He gives a blank stare. "It is.""Then why?"He shrugs, like this is perfectly normal for him. "I've been using it. Even before I left. Since a while before that, if I'm honest.""I'm sorry. I didn't know. She walked me here, and I thought...""I know what you thought."He crosses the room, picks my fallen pillow off the floor, and sets it on the corner of the bed. Then he sits beside it at the far end of the bed, putting a careful distance between us. The runes on his arms are still distinct even in the dim lighting."I can't sleep in my other room," he says softly. "I shared that bed with Celeste for thirteen years. Every time I lie down in it now, I feel like I'm sleeping inside a lie."The words should be heavy. But they are plain where I think there should be longing or hurt. So

Last Updated : 2026-10-19

Chapter 28: How she takes it.

I decide to make him coffee in the morning.It's a small thing, I know. But it's the only thing I can think of that costs nothing.Mrs Greene comes in and notices. But she doesn't mention it. When Lucien walks in, hair damp and jacket on his arm, I stand at the counter with two cups.He stops and his eyes travel from my face to the cup and back."For you," I say. "To say thank you."He blinks. "For what?""For nothing." I push the cup toward him. "Since you were not the one who did anything."His mouth presses thin. But he takes it. He drinks, but his face gives away nothing at all. Then he sets the cup down and straightens his cuff."Too sweet," he says and leaves.When I look back at Mrs Greene, she is smiling.She lets me make his cup the next day. I take it to his study where he's working. His gaze follows me until I'm in front of him. But he takes the cup."How is it?" I ask."Too much milk," he mumbles.But he drinks the whole thing.The next morning Mrs Greene finds me in my ro

Last Updated : 2026-10-19

Chapter 29: Laughing in the dark.

Vivienne arrives on Saturday afternoon carrying a white box of pastries in her hand.She doesn't flop onto the bed like she usually does. Instead, she sets the box on the table, shuts the door behind her, and stays standing.I lift my brows at her. "What's wrong?"She takes a deep breath and says, "Lucien called me yesterday."My face falls instantly and I set my book down. "Hmm, what did he say?"She settles in next to me and takes my palm into hers. "Are you okay?"I look away. "I'm fine. What'd he say?"She stares a moment longer, then sighs. "He asked me whether I've been encouraging you to diet."The room goes very quiet. Biscuit lifts a sleepy head from where he's lying next to me."He asked that?" I ask."Yeah. He sounded angry. I told him I would sooner eat my own shoe. Then he hung up on me." She pauses for a moment. "So are you?""Dieting? No."Her stare sharpens. "Evelyn.""I'm not on a diet, Viv." I smooth the blanket over my knees. "I skip dinner sometimes. But that's it.

Last Updated : 2026-10-21

Chapter 30: Like an Egg.

LUCIENLast NightI call my sister at past eleven because I can't hold it in. She answers on the sixth ring and her voice is thick with sleep."You heard me," I say, my voice sharp."Lucien. It's 11:26.""Answer the question.""No!" She's awake now, and she's angry. "No, I haven't done anything. Where would you even get an idea like that?"I stand at the study window, staring at the moonlight."She's stopped eating," I say, a little surprised at how much it angers me. "I've found her plates full. Mrs. Green told me the housekeeper found leftover food in her bathroom trash. I've been watching her this past week. She's light-headed almost all the time and spends most of her days sitting because of it."Vivienne is quiet while I complain."So tell me, did you say anything about her weight? If you said one word to her about her body...""You mean like I did in the first week?" Her voice cracks. "I already apologized for that, Lu.""An apology doesn't unsay a thing."I regret it the moment

Last Updated : 2026-10-22

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