The news of my pregnancy spread through the Richason estate like a toxic wildfire.
A quietness pervaded the war zone within the mansion for a fleeting moment. Zeth was very possessive, and the possessiveness grew more and more out of control, more and more suffocating. He had a team of private doctors looking after me at all hours, and he was averse to leaving the estate for over a few hours at a time.
Yet an alliance of hurt pride was forming in the darkness of the Richason empire.
Nielle sat in a gloomy corner of a luxurious high-rise lounge, with a toxic venom in her eyes, studying the security plans that were spread out on the glass table. In front of her was Nate, who was holding a glass of scotch in his hand and had lines of concern wrinkling his face.
“She's pregnant, Nate,
