Lia stood in the wreckage of broken ceramic and spilled coffee, phone still pressed to her ear, Jessica Hartley's words echoing in her head.
*I'm pregnant. Julian knows. And Margaret is planning to use my baby to destroy yours.*
"Lia?" Caspian was on his feet, crossing the kitchen. "What happened?"
She looked up at him, then at Isla hovering near the counter with a handful of paper towels, both of them waiting for an explanation that would make sense.
"That was Julian's assistant," Lia said slowly. "Jessica Hartley."
Isla dropped the paper towels. "His mistress?"
"She's pregnant. With Julian's child."
The words landed like grenades in the pristine penthouse kitchen. Caspian went very still, his expression shifting from concern to something harder, more dangerous.
"How far along?" h
