LOGINDaniella’s voice came out sharp with confusion. “What do you mean we’re going out?”
Christian had already turned halfway toward the stairs when he paused briefly, glancing back at her with a look that clearly said he didn’t have the patience to explain himself twice.“Exactly what I said,” he replied. “Go upstairs, change, and come down in ten minutes.”Daniella frowned deeply. “Change into what? You didn’t even tell me where we’re going.”Christian exhaled slowly, clearly irrThe private hospital lounge felt smaller with every passing second. The doctor’s words still hung in the air like smoke after an explosion: “Mr. Harper is the father.”Sophia Laurent stood with a triumphant smile, one hand resting protectively over her belly. But inside, her mind was racing back to the night it all began.Two months earlierSophia sat in the dimly lit corner of an exclusive rooftop bar, nursing a glass of expensive champagne. Across from her were two women who had become unlikely allies in their shared hatred for Christian Harper and the newcomer who had stolen his attention Angela and a woman named Sharon, a sharp-tongued socialite with deep connections in the city’s elite circles.Angela leaned forward, her eyes glittering with malice. “He’s parading that little maid around like she’s queen of the empire. Daniella Cruz. She thinks she can just walk in and take what’s mine.”Sharon sipped her drink, smiling coldly. “Men like Christian don’
The storm outside had not let up by morning. Rain lashed against the windows of the mansion as Daniella stood in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee she barely tasted. Her body still carried the marks of the night before faint bruises on her hips from Christian’s grip, the pleasant ache between her thighs that reminded her how completely he had owned her. Yet the pleasure felt distant now, overshadowed by the growing storm inside her.Christian descended the stairs, dressed for battle in a tailored black suit. His jaw was set, eyes determined, but she could see the exhaustion etched into the lines of his face. The scandal had broken wide open overnight. Every news outlet, every social media platform, every board member’s inbox was flooded with Sophia’s claims.He crossed the room and pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead. “I have back-to-back meetings today. Independent labs are running new tests. My legal team is preparing statements. We’ll end this.”Daniell
The morning after the hospital confrontation dawned gray and heavy over the city. Daniella stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of Christian’s master bedroom, wrapped in a silk robe, watching the rain streak down the glass. Her body still ached from the night before the possessive way he had taken her, the way she had fallen apart under his touch. But the pleasure felt tainted now, overshadowed by the bombshell at the hospital.Pregnant.The word kept echoing in her head. Sophia Laurent, claiming to carry Christian’s child. A child that, according to the rigged test, was his. Daniella’s hand unconsciously moved to her own flat stomach, where she had violently ended her own pregnancy just days ago. The emptiness there felt like a wound that refused to close.Christian emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered, towel around his waist. His muscular body was still damp, water droplets tracing the defined lines of his abs and the sharp V that disappeared beneath the towel
The private hospital lounge felt suffocating. The doctor’s words still echoed in the air like a death sentence: “Mr. Harper is the father.”Sophia Laurent stood with a triumphant smile, one hand resting protectively over her belly. But inside, her mind was racing back to the night it all began.Two months earlierSophia sat in the dimly lit corner of an exclusive rooftop bar, nursing a glass of expensive champagne. Across from her were two women who had become unlikely allies in their shared hatred for Christian Harper and the newcomer who had stolen his attention Angela and a woman named Sharon, a sharp-tongued socialite with deep connections in the city’s elite circles.Angela leaned forward, her eyes glittering with malice. “He’s parading that little maid around like she’s queen of the empire. Daniella Cruz. She thinks she can just walk in and take what’s mine.”Sharon sipped her drink, smiling coldly. “Men like Christian don’t change. But we can make him
The private hospital lounge felt smaller with every passing second. The doctor’s words still hung in the air like smoke after an explosion: “Mr. Harper is the father.”Sophia Laurent stood with a triumphant smile, one hand resting protectively over her belly. “I told you. Now the world will know.”Christian looked like someone had punched him in the gut. His face was pale, jaw clenched so tightly Daniella could see the muscle ticking. “This is impossible,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “I’ve never touched you, Sophia. Not once. We were classmates. That’s it.”Sophia’s smile didn’t waver. “The DNA doesn’t lie, Christian. Three months. You can deny it all you want, but the press will love this story. The untouchable billionaire who abandons his pregnant ex while parading around with his new office toy. I’ll make sure every tabloid in the city has it by morning unless you take responsibility.”Daniella stood by the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her heart was hammering
Christian’s phone rang, cutting through the heavy, satisfied silence of the bedroom. He was still lying on his back, chest heaving, skin glistening with sweat from the intense session. Daniella lay beside him, legs still trembling, body humming with aftershocks.He reached for the phone on the nightstand. “It’s the butler,” he muttered, answering. “What is it?”The butler’s voice came through, urgent. “Sir, we need you at the office immediately. There’s a problem. A woman is here causing a scene. She’s demanding to see you and making very serious claims.”Christian sat up, frowning. “What kind of claims?”“She says she’s pregnant with your child.”Daniella’s eyes snapped open. She turned her head sharply toward him.Christian’s expression hardened. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He ended the call and looked at Daniella. “Stay here and rest. I’ll handle it.”Daniella was already swinging her legs off the bed. “I’m coming with you.”Christian didn’t argue. They dressed quickly Chri
The loud music shook the walls of the club as Christian finally stepped inside.The atmosphere hit him immediately.Smoke curled lazily through the flashing neon lights while half-dressed women moved around crowded tables carrying drinks. Men laughed loudly from different corners, intoxic
“I want you to go undercover.” The moment the words left Christian’s mouth, Daniella genuinely thought she had heard him wrongly. She stared at him from across the office, her brows slowly pulling together in confusion while her brain tried to process what he had just said. “W
“My secretary,” Christian said simply. “Starting now.” The words did not settle immediately. They hung in the air between them, heavy, unexpected, almost unreal. Daniella stared at him, her brows slowly knitting together as if her mind refused to process what she had just heard.
The door didn’t just open; it slammed against the wall with enough force to snap Daniella out of whatever storm she had just walked into.She flinched.Her body jerked slightly as her grip tightened around the file in her hand. “Jesus Christ!” she breathed out, her chest rising sharply. “







