Mia’s POV
The safe room was dimly lit, the only sounds the soft beeps of the incubators and the steady rhythm of my own breathing. Our two newborn sons slept peacefully side by side tiny miracles born from violence and obsession. I sat propped against the pillows, body still aching from surgery, mind reeling from Sophia’s message.
68% Victor.
Sophia pregnant with Damien’s child.
The words carved deep. Damien’s obsessive love had pulled me through hell, but how much more could it withstand when every test, every revelation pointed to Victor’s engineered victory?
Elena stayed close, monitoring the feeds. “Damien’s team is closing in on the helipad extraction point. He’s furious but focused.”
I nodded, hand resting protectively over my now-empty belly. The core struggle tore at me daily
