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She turned to Dylan, her voice dripping with contentment. "Oh, sweetie," she cooed, her hand resting gently on her barely visible bump, "I love this. My husband... having a child with my husband is indeed a blessing." Her words were like a theatrical performance, meant to showcase her victory. The smile she offered me was not one of triumph, but rather a cruel reminder of my loss. It was a smile that seemed to say, without words, that she had won and I had lost something I never truly possessed.

“Are they yours…?” The taunt landed sharp, curling in my gut. What the hell does she mean by are they mind… they are obviously hers right…?

The couple swallowed loudly, but the sound of the gulp irritated Madeline even more. “ You had the impetus to stop the two pillars of the Hill family. Pillars of the educational sector of this country. Pillars of the country itself, and you did it loudly too, but you seem to have lost your voices all of a sudden with your shitty I'm-not-worth-two-cents of a family name. How dare you! How dare you even attempt to claim that my sister's children are yours when it's clear that you both conspired with her husband to get rid of her children.”

For him, she softened. It made me furious. She should only belong to me. Though I purchased her, the day I bought her, she became mine. No one else’s. But mine. I nibbled harder on her lips, my hand coming down to grab her waist, stretching it flush against mine. She fought harder, slamming against the desk, wriggling under me, but I wasn't going to let her get away. “Quit fighting me,” I snarled against her lips. “You’re mine. Do you hear me? Mine.”

“Why shouldn’t you apply? You know the system better than anyone.” She gave me a long look, as though testing whether I was just saying it to make her feel better. “It is not that simple, Dante. You remember what happened to Clayton. They destroyed him. Stripped him of everything and left him with nothing but shame.” Her voice dropped lower, almost like she was speaking to herself. “A position like that comes with a lot of problems, sometimes it could even be cursed.” I walked over and sat beside her, letting the silence stretch for a moment. “Maybe it is cursed,” I admitted. “But maybe that is why you should sit in it. If anyone can take something broken and make it work, it’s you.”

"Mine. Say it. Say you're mine." "Yours, Daddy! Only yours! Forever yours!" "That's right. And no one takes what's mine. No one even looks at what's mine. MINE!"

But us didn’t matter. Only her. “She will learn,” I said softly. My wolf surged beneath the surface, claws scraping bones, voice a low, possessive snarl. ‘MINE.’ The word escaped my lips in a whisper so dangerous, obsessive, absolute. “She’s mine.” And that single truth shook the entire night.

“Which part?” “Mine.” I shrug. “It’s true.” “And certain?” I add. Her lips curve slightly. “It is.” I hold her gaze. No matter who’s watching She’s mine. And I’m not letting anyone or anything forget it. "Let's go home babe."

I shook my head feeling funny. "That comes out as a mistake," she said. "The sweet mistake and it's ok. As I told you earlier, everything that you saw earlier is all yours, and even the hidden part that you haven’t see yet also yours," I said and gazed down at my body which made her eyes widen in shock. She threw the napkin at me which made me laughed happily. "Pervert!" "Ok, ok," I raised my hand in surrender when she slapped my arm. "Back to our topic, the honeymoon. Do you have any place that you want to go?" I asked while we resume our breakfast.

I whisper to myself, knowing that Leo is able to hear me too. “ and now… ” I look up, my eyes displaying all sinister emotions perfectly. “ She’s mine. ”