Pregnant For My Father-in-Law
There was a gem inside, a gem that seemed to be breathing slow, hypnotic pulses of color shifting beneath the crystal, midnight blue bleeding into violent violet, silver sparks flickering like trapped starlight.
It wasn’t just beautiful. It was impossible. The kind of impossible that made auctions stop breathing last year when the hammer fell. I remembered the headlines, whispers on dark web forums, hushed conversations at elite dinners, “The Obsidian Veil” had vanished into private hands for a number so obscene no one dared print it.
This thing in my hand was priceless.
One-of-a-kind.
And Dax Blackthorne, the man my mind had painted as a merciless killer, a monster who buried bodies without