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Katrina pov
The cool porcelain of the toilet bowl felt freezing against my shaking hands as another violent wave of nausea ripped through my body. I retched, my throat burning, tears blurring my vision until I could barely see the pristine bathroom tiles beneath me. My chest heaved as I gasped for air, a terrifying, sudden realization piercing through the fog of my panic.
*What is wrong with me?*
I asked myself, my hand instinctively drifting down to press against my still-flat stomach. A cold, electric shiver ran down my spine, my heart stopping for entirely a different reason than before. *Could this be... am I pregnant?*
The mere thought made the room tilt wildly. A baby. A child conceived in the middle of a war zone of stolen identities, billionaire empires, and lethal family s
