The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the penthouse. Bella sat at the edge of the bed, hands resting lightly on her stomach, feeling the faintest flutter of movement. Her mind raced, heart thundering—not from passion this time, but from the impossible, overwhelming news she had just discovered. She was pregnant. Her fingers trembled slightly as she traced the curve of her belly, the reality sinking in: Damien, her dark, obsessive, intoxicating Damien, would soon be a father.
The room felt smaller suddenly, the weight of responsibility pressing down on her chest even as the memory of last night’s passion lingered. Damien stirred beside her, muscles flexing under the sheets as he yawned, stretching like a predator about to rise. His eyes opened s
