جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 7

Killian’s POVI stand before the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of my office, staring down at the city spread beneath me. From this height, the endless stream of traffic looks like nothing more than tiny ribbons of light moving through the streets, but my focus remains anchored somewhere far beyond the view.Three days have passed since I threw Cassandra out of my office, and I haven't heard a word from her since. Not that I care. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. I'm glad she finally understands that I want nothing more to do with her. I don't want her calling me. I don't want her showing up here. Most of all, I never want to look at her face again.Cheating is the one line I never cross, and the one act I can never forgive. And yet, she had the audacity to do it in my own home, without a second thought.My jaw tightens as the memory flashes behind my eyelids once more: her lying naked beside another man in my bed. I close my eyes briefly, but the image refuses to fade. I tho

Cassandra’s POVPenelope's hesitation to speak makes my stomach tighten. Whatever she is about to say, the solemn expression on her face tells me it isn't something I will easily forget. I look at her again, silently urging her to speak.She sighs heavily before finally breaking the silence.“During your treatment and after the series of tests we conducted, we discovered that you're pregnant,” she says, pausing to observe my reaction.For a moment, I can't breathe. My eyes drop to my stomach, and my fingers slowly curl around the sheet. Pregnant?The word feels heavy, almost too fragile to exist in the middle of the nightmare I have endured. I am pregnant. There is a life growing inside of me.“How far along am I?” I ask, my voice barely steady.“Approximately two months,” Dorian replies gently.My hand settles protectively over my stomach, and my heart hammers against my ribs. “Is my baby safe?”“Yes, the pregnancy is stable,” Penelope answers. “But considering everything your body

Cassandra’s POVThe ride to the gala feels endless. Outside the Range Rover's tinted windows, the city lights blur into long, glittering streaks of gold and red as my heart hammers violently against my ribs. I keep my hands folded neatly in my lap, attempting to project absolute composure, but the cold sweat slicking my palms gives me away.“Are you ready?” Dorian asks quietly as the vehicle glides up the circular driveway toward the grand venue.I nod quickly, forcing a tight, practiced smile. In truth, my stomach is in knots. Panic claws at my throat, a terrifying fear that someone in that ballroom will pierce through my disguise and realize the woman on Dorian’s arm is not who she is.The valet opens the door. The moment my heels touch the pavement, the atmosphere explodes into a chaotic frenzy of flashing cameras and shouting reporters. Dorian’s arm slides firmly around my waist, grounding me as he guides me past the velvet ropes and up the carpeted stairs toward the grand entranc