Mia’s POV
The paternity test glowed on every screen like a death sentence.
0% match.
My legs gave out. I slid down the wall, one hand clutching my stomach, the other pressed to my mouth to hold back the sob clawing its way up my throat. Damien stood frozen in the middle of the room, his powerful frame silhouetted by the flickering emergency lights. For the first time since I’d met him, the ruthless billionaire looked… shattered.
“Mia,” he rasped, stepping toward me.
“Don’t!” I screamed, voice cracking. “Don’t you dare come near me or this baby!”
The words tasted like ash. This baby. The one I’d only just begun to feel protective over. The one I thought was the product of nights spent bent over glass windows, desks, and silk sheets while Damien ruined me so thoroughly I forgot my own
