The ride back to Theo’s estate was silent.
The bodyguards didn’t ask questions, didn’t even glance in my direction, but I felt their presence like shadows pressing in on me. My hands rested on my lap, fingers curled into the fabric of my dress, knuckles white.
Twins.
I was carrying Theo’s twins.
The words looped in my mind, over and over, threatening to suffocate me. I had expected complications, but this? This changed everything.
By the time we pulled up to the grand estate, my pulse was a steady drumbeat of dread.
Theo was waiting.
I knew it before I even stepped inside.
The air inside the mansion was thick, charged with an unspoken tension, and when I turned the corner, there he was—standing by the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand, untouched.
His dark eyes lifted to meet min
