Jessy’s pov :
The door to my room slammed shut behind me with a satisfying thud, the sound echoing through the empty hallway like a punctuation mark on my shitty day. I leaned against it for a second, chest heaving, my nails digging into the wood as fury boiled up inside me.
Pregnant? Naomi, that traitor's spawn, that lowly maid-turned-mate, was pregnant with Elias's child? I cursed under my breath, pacing the length of my room, plush carpet muffling my stomps, the four-poster bed with its silk sheets mocking me with their untouched perfection.
"f*****g hell," I snarled to the empty air, kicking off my heels so hard one bounced off the vanity mirror. The reflection stared back: blonde hair slightly mussed from the wind, blue eyes blazing with rage, lips twisted in a sneer. Perfe
