Elira stood in the hallway, her hand pressed flat against her stomach.
Something felt… different. Off.
She’d been nauseous for days. Her body ached. Her emotions flared like a wildfire at the slightest spark. But it wasn’t just the stress. Not just Damien’s exes haunting every inch of this house like venom in silk.
No.
Her body was speaking.
And if her body was right—then this time, the child inside her was really hers.
Not Amira.
Not the child she had carried for another.
This one… this one was hers.
She hadn’t told Damien. Not yet. Not when Delilah moved through the halls like a storm and Valencia lingered like smoke behind mirrors.
But the secret grew inside her.
And it was only a matter of time before the truth cracked open everything.
—
In the drawing room, Damien was los
