The call was made as she walked out of the hospital, when the city outside glittered like a prize she fully intended to own.
She stood waiting for the driver to send her home, wearing a designer dress, with her manicured finger curling her hair. The name on the phone screen wasn’t saved… just a number burned into memory. It was answered on the first ring.
“It’s done,” Delilah said softly, her lips curling. “Wesley agreed. The wedding will happen exactly as planned.”
There was a pause at the other end. A slow inhale. Then a low, indistinct chuckle.
“And the next step?” the voice asked.
Delilah’s eyes gleamed. “Now, I give him what seals everything… a child. An heir. Once I’m carrying his baby, I’m in control.”
Another pause, longer this time.
The voice chuckled. “You’
