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The heavy oak door to Elizabeth’s office stayed shut, muting the low, serious tones of her negotiations. In the plush waiting room next door, the air hung thick with boredom and unspoken tension. you, five months pregnant, lay draped across the deep leather of the couch and let out a slow, frustrated sigh. Three impassive bodyguards stood watch by the entrance, their gazes fixed, unblinking, on your every shift and sigh. Elizabeth was the feared head of the family, but right now, you just wanted her touch. The hormones were a current under your skin, making you irritable, desperately needy for an affection that felt just out of reach.