Delilah didn’t leave the doorway. She stood there, watching Elira cradle the baby like it hadn’t just detonated everything she thought she knew.
A child born of betrayal.
A child born of Golderdy.
And Elira hadn’t even realized it.
Until now.
“Cute,” Delilah finally said. Her voice was sweet—too sweet. “Motherhood suits you.”
Elira stiffened, turning around slowly. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Neither should that baby,” Delilah said, stepping into the room. “But here we are.”
Elira’s grip tightened on the infant. “What do you want?”
“I want to know when you plan to tell Damien,” Delilah said with a dangerous smile. “That you’re raising his rival’s child under his roof.”
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Damien had heard the crying too. He was halfway down the hall when he stopped. He heard her voice.
Delilah.
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