Pregnant for the ruthless billionaire vampire
I thought being sold to pay my father's gambling debts was the worst thing that could happen to me.
I was wrong.
Dragged to an auction house for the supernatural elite, I became a blood servant to Lucian Aion, the coldest, most ruthless billionaire vampire in New York. He owns half the city, answers to no one, and treats humans like disposable toys.
For two years, I survived his cruelty, his indifference, and the humiliation of being nothing more than his personal blood bag. I cleaned his penthouse, stayed invisible, and counted the days until my contract ended.
But everything shattered the night I discovered I was pregnant.
Impossible. Vampires can't have children with humans. Yet here I was, carrying what shouldn't exist.
Before I could tell Lucian, I found him with Viviana Drakov in the council chamber, a pureblood vampire heiress and his ex-fiancée. She was pregnant too. And Lucian chose her.
He threw me out into the streets like garbage, calling me a liar, a fraud, a desperate human trying to trap him.
Fine. I'll survive. I always do.
But three months later, when rogue vampires hunt me for the hybrid baby in my womb, Lucian comes crashing back into my life with a revelation that changes everything:
I'm not human.
I'm the last descendant of the Nightshade bloodline, vampire royalty everyone thought was extinct. My child isn't just a hybrid. It's the prophesied heir that will shift the balance of power in the supernatural world.
And Viviana? She's been lying about everything.
Now Lucian wants me back. His vampire council wants my baby. Viviana wants me dead.
But they all forgot one thing:
I'm done being anyone's victim.
They wanted a war? They're about to get one.
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Chapter: Chapter 68ELENA'S POVEsmeralda had the coven raising stone before the sun finished rising.Not figuratively. I stood at the cottage door and watched slabs of granite lift out of the hillside on their own, moving in slow deliberate arcs to ring the sanctuary's outer boundary, stacking themselves into a second wall behind the first like something out of a memory older than any of us."Will it hold?" I asked when Esmeralda passed close enough to hear me."Against an army of the enslaved, augmented by a god who has been planning this for longer than your bloodline has existed?" She didn't slow down. "Ask me again in twenty-three hours."That was the most honest answer anyone had given me in days.Aurora changed again sometime before noon.I felt it before I saw it, a shift in the bond, faint but unmistakable, the particular quality of her presence deepening the way it had on the hillside, in the cottage, every time the world demanded more of her than her body currently offered.She was ten by the
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Chapter: Chapter 67ELENA'S POVIsabella didn't get past the outer ward. I learned that secondhand, lying half-conscious in the cottage while Seraphine relayed it in clipped fragments, the wards flaring gold-white the second Isabella's flat eyes found the boundary line, her body driven back by something older than Cain's reach, the three vampires with her scattering into the dark when the ward's resistance proved absolute. Esmeralda had stood at the gate herself, watching, until the search party retreated out of range."She didn't find the entrance," Seraphine said. "She found the wall. There's a difference, and right now it's the only thing keeping us alive.""For how long?" I'd managed to ask, still raw from the forging, Lucian's arms the only reason I was upright at all."Until she widens the search radius enough to try again," Seraphine said. "Days. Maybe less."I hadn't had the strength to respond to that. I'd let Lucian carry me back to the cottage and slept for eleven hours straight, the blade res
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Chapter: Chapter 66ELENA'S POVThe white didn't fade so much as it pulled apart, like fabric being torn slowly enough to feel every thread give.I was still standing. That was the first thing I understood, not collapsed, not gone, upright inside the circle with the chanting still moving around me, lower now, strained, the coven's voices fighting to hold a shape that wanted to come undone."She's still here," Esmeralda said, somewhere to my left. "The binding is holding. Barely.""Barely isn't holding," Lucian said. His voice was very close. Closer than the outer ring should have allowed."Get back," Esmeralda said."No," he said.I felt his hand close around mine again, and through the bond I felt the full weight of what he was choosing, proximity to whatever was happening to me over compliance with a witch's instructions, every single time, no exceptions, not even now."Viviana," I said. My voice came out thin. "The baby—""I felt it the second you did," Viviana said. She'd stopped the formal chanting;
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Chapter: Chapter 65ELENA'S POVThree weeks of preparation had aged my daughter five years.That was the number Esmeralda gave me when I asked, flat and unapologetic the way she gave everything. Three weeks of gathering components, of the coven working through rituals older than most of the supernatural world's written history, and somewhere in the middle of all that waiting, Aurora's rapid growth had finally found the plateau Esmeralda promised back when she was small enough to fit against my shoulder.She didn't fit against my shoulder anymore.She sat across from me now at the low table in our cottage, legs crossed, her dark hair longer, her face holding the particular gravity of a child who looked five years old and thought like someone considerably older. The baby fat was gone entirely. What remained was unmistakably her, Lucian's jaw, my stubbornness, gold eyes that tracked everything with the same unsettling completeness they'd had since her first hour alive."You don't have to watch this part," I
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Chapter: Chapter 64ELENA'S POVAurora's words sat in the room like something physical, taking up space, refusing to be reasoned with. Someone doesn't make it. I held onto Lucian's hand until my knuckles ached and watched our daughter standing in the doorway in her small nightgown, looking far too steady for what she'd just said."Who," I said. "Aurora, you have to give me something. A name. A feeling. Anything.""I don't know," she said."You said someone dies—""I said someone has to," she said. "Not who. I looked as hard as I could and the vision doesn't show me that part. It's like—" She stopped, searching for the words the way she always did now, vocabulary outrunning experience by weeks instead of years. "It's like a door that's open but the room behind it is dark. I can see that something happens. I can't see what it looks like."Lucian's hand tightened around mine."Could it be wrong?" he said. "The vision. Could you be misreading it?""I don't think so," Aurora said. Quiet. Certain in the parti
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Chapter: Chapter 63ELENA'S POV"Everyone I looked at was dying," Aurora said again.The wind on the hill kept moving like the world hadn't just tilted sideways."Show me," I said. My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Not the vision. Just, tell me what you saw. Slowly."Aurora's small hand tightened in mine. "Fire," she said. "And Seraphine on the ground, not moving. And you—" She stopped."Me what?" I said."You weren't there anymore," she said. "In some of them. Not in any of them, actually."Lucian's hand found my shoulder. I felt the bond go tight and cold on his end, the same drop I was feeling, neither of us finding words fast enough to fill the silence Aurora's voice had left behind."How many futures did you see?" Seraphine said. She'd crouched to Aurora's level, gold eyes steady, the only adult on that hill whose voice didn't shake."A lot," Aurora said. "They keep branching every time something changes. Every choice opens more." She looked up. "I only looked because I was scared. I wanted t
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The lost Morrison Heiress
Lena never imagined her six-year marriage would end with her husband throwing her out on the streets, pregnant, penniless, and labeled barren. Aiden Norman, the man she sacrificed everything for, chose a younger woman and his cruel mother over the wife who stood by him through everything.
But what Aiden didn't know was that the "barren" woman he discarded was actually Lena Morrison, the long-lost heiress to one of the most powerful billionaire families in the country.
When her three brothers finally find her broken and homeless, Lena's life transforms overnight. From sleeping in bus shelters to running a billion-dollar empire, she rises from the ashes stronger, wealthier, and more powerful than Aiden could ever dream of becoming.
Now, as the CEO of Morrison Corporation, Lena is ready to reclaim everything that was taken from her, including her dignity. Aiden will learn the hard way that the woman he threw away wasn't just his wife.
She was a Morrison.
And Morrisons don't forgive. They destroy.
Dive into this tale of betrayal, revenge, transformation, secret pregnancy, family bonds, and the sweet satisfaction of watching the powerful fall.
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Chapter: Chapter 75Lena's POVFive years.The Morrison mansion in July, the specific quality of it on a reunion day, the gates open, cars in the driveway, the fountain running, the smell of Henry's cooking reaching the entrance hall before you got through the door. The accumulated warmth of a house that had been filled, over five years, with enough significant moments to have changed the quality of its air permanently.I stood in the sitting room doorway and I watched.Ethan was eight.He moved through the reunion with the specific self-possession that had been his since birth and had only become more pronounced with time. He had Damien's directness, the complete, unhurried attention he gave things, the refusal to be rushed into an opinion he hadn't formed yet. He had Marcus's warmth, the way he made people feel seen when he looked at them, the laugh that arrived before the decision to let it.He was stubborn.This remained not in question and not disputed.He was currently engaged in what appeared to b
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Chapter: Chapter 74Lena's POVClara arrived at three-seventeen in the morning on a Wednesday in January.Not because Wednesday was significant or three-seventeen was significant or January was anything other than cold and dark and the month that followed Christmas where I had been eight months pregnant and moving through the mansion with the particular careful momentum of someone in the final approach to something enormous.She arrived then because she decided to.That was already, I understood immediately, very Clara.The contractions started at midnight.I was awake, I had been sleeping poorly for the past two weeks, the specific physical discomfort of the final stretch, the baby's relationship with the available space becoming increasingly complicated, and when the first one arrived I lay still for a moment and thought: that's different.I timed the next three.Then I woke Marcus."It's time," I said.He was awake before I finished the sentence.He sat up and looked at me with the complete focus of
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Chapter: Chapter 73Lena's POVI found Damien in his study.He was at his desk with his screens on and his hands flat on the surface in front of him and the piece open on the center screen, which told me he had been reading it when I knocked and had not closed it, which told me he was not trying to manage my awareness of the situation.He looked up when I came in.I sat down across from him."Tell me what you know," I said."You've read it," he said."I've read it. I want to know what you know about the source."He looked at the screen."Someone with access to internal information about the Ashworth situation," he said. "The specific framing of the accusations, the personal grievance angle, requires knowledge of my history with Ashworth that wasn't in the public record. It was in the company's internal files." He paused. "Which means someone who was inside.""Abel is working on it," I said."I know," Damien said."What are you going to do?" I said.He looked at me."What I always do," he said. "Wait for
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Chapter: Chapter 72Lena's POVThe appointment was at nine. Dr. Adaeze's office, which had the specific quality of a room where important things had been said to me before, the first appointment after I arrived at the mansion, the careful competent voice of a doctor who had been briefed on the full situation and had asked her questions without making me feel examined.Marcus was with me.He had been with me at every appointment.Not because I had asked him to be, I had told him early in the pregnancy that I was capable of attending medical appointments alone, which was true, and that he didn't need to rearrange his schedule, which was also true. He had listened to all of this and had said: I know you don't need me there. I want to be there. Those are different things. And I had looked at him and had thought: yes. Those are different things. And I had stopped arguing.Dr. Adaeze did the scan.The room was quiet.The screen was showing.She said: "Do you want to know?"Marcus and I looked at each other."
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Chapter: Chapter 71Lena's POVHenry came to my room at seven-thirty on the morning of his wedding.I was already up, the pregnancy had strong opinions about sleep schedules and had been expressing them since five a.m., and I was sitting at the vanity when he knocked and came in with two cups of tea and the expression of a man who needed somewhere to put the feeling he was carrying."Sit down," I said.He sat on the edge of the chair by the window.He held his tea with both hands.He looked at it."Henry," I said."I'm fine," he said."I know you are," I said. "That's not what I was going to say."He looked up."I was going to say you look exactly like you're supposed to look on your wedding morning," I said. "Like someone who is about to do the best thing they've ever done."He looked at me for a moment."Is it obvious?" he said."That you're completely undone?" I said. "Yes. Entirely."He laughed, surprised out of him. "I've been trying to manage it.""Stop managing it," I said. "It's your wedding. Y
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Chapter: Chapter 70Lena's POVAbel and Cara's first anniversary fell on a Saturday in March.I knew this because Abel had been planning it since January with the comprehensive dedication he brought to anything that mattered to him, and because the planning had been visible in the way that Abel's planning was always visible, not because he announced it, but because Abel moving toward something with purpose had a specific quality that the people who knew him had learned to read.He had made a reservation at a restaurant.A good one. The kind that required the call months in advance that Abel had apparently made in January, which told me he had started planning the anniversary before the previous year's anniversary had fully concluded, which was either extremely organized or extremely Abel, and I had decided those were not mutually exclusive.The reservation had been cancelled.Not by Abel.By Cara.She had cancelled it on a Wednesday, three days before the anniversary, and had replaced it with something e
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