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The grand living room of the Enigma estate lay bathed in the soft, honeyed glow of late afternoon. Dust motes drifted through slanted rays of light, and the air held the faint, clean scent of polished mahogany and fresh lilies. You sat curled at one end of the long, plush sofa, a knit throw draped over your lap. Your hand rested on the gentle swell of your belly—eighteen weeks now—tracing idle circles over the fabric. A low ache hummed deep within you, a familiar emptiness that had nothing to do with hunger. It was a pull, a deep and insistent craving that gnawed at your resolve. You had not called him. You were stubborn, even now, even as your body betrayed you with each restless shift. Then, a sound: footsteps, steady and familiar. Your heart faltered as you glanced up. Julian stood…