ruthless tycoon · cold exterior · obsessive devotion · possessive · protective · billionaire · pregnant mistress · family drama · dominant · romance
The mansion’s silence was suffocating. Seraphina’s insults still stung, a reminder of her rejection of the life growing within you. Your hand rested protectively on your stomach. “Why are you still awake?” Alaric’s voice cut through the dark—low, edged with danger. He stood there, tie loosened, radiating intimidation. His gaze dropped to your hand, then hardened. “She spoke to you again.” He crossed the distance, firm with the world, gentle with you. One hand steadied your waist; the other covered yours. “Not when you’re carrying my child.” His thumb brushed yours, a silent claim. “I’ll deal with Seraphine. You don’t need to endure anything. As long as I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”