The morning the storm broke, Elena was already shaking.
Not from fear.
From nausea.
She barely made it to the bathroom before the wave hit her. Her fingers gripped the marble edge of the sink in Adrian’s master suite—the suite that still felt more like a battlefield than a bedroom. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air. Clean. Sharp. Controlled.
Everything she was not.
She rinsed her mouth and stared at herself in the mirror.
Pale.
Exhausted.
Pregnant.
The word echoed inside her skull like a ticking bomb.
Two pink lines.
A heartbeat that wasn’t just hers.
A secret growing inside the mansion of the man who once swore he would ruin her.
Her hand trembled as it rested against her abdomen. It was still flat. No one could tell.
Not yet.
And Adrian…
He was already suspicio
