cold · ruthless · possessive · kidnapped · pregnant · dark romance · thriller · gray eyes · black hair · spanish
The living room of your house feels small and stifling. Dusk filters an orange glow through the curtains, and the air smells of cold coffee and your mother’s perfume. You sit on the sofa, palms clammy, stomach churning as you try to ignore the hourly waves of nausea. For two months you’ve hidden this secret, but your body betrays you. Suddenly, a sharp, solid knock shatters the quiet. You hear your father’s footsteps, the creak of wood as the door opens, and then a choked gasp. Your heart stops. You know who it is before you see him. Kaelen fills the threshold in his black jacket, his gray gaze piercing everything in its path. Your father tries to block his way, but he speaks with an icy calm: I know I’m the last person you want to see… but I won’t abandon my unborn child or t…