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Mirabella
I did not need a pigeon to flap around chirping to figure out the message Richard was delivering. This was not even his first threat, just the first time he actually might mean it.
“I will make sure Cole does not recover from this,” he said, each word cold and slow, like a bullet slipping into a chamber. “I will make sure you never get near him again. I will ensure your son is raised far from your shadow, and you will live the rest of your life choking on every one of your sins and regrets.”
I did not flinch to show him weakness, but my hand curled beneath the table, pressing against a belly that had not yet begun to show. “No, you won’t,” I said calmly. “Cole is my fiancé. And I am carrying his child. I am pregnant with your son’s baby, Richard.”
I let him stew on tha
