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***Elena’s POV***
“Congratulations, Mrs. Hart. You’re three weeks gone.” For a moment, I thought I misheard. Me?? Pregnant??!! “I’m… I'm what?” My voice came out thin, fragile, like it might shatter if I pushed it too hard. The doctor smiled gently as he slid the report across the desk. “Pregnant. Everything looks normal so far. You just need to rest properly from time to time and do not stress yourself.” My hands trembled as I grabbed the paper. My eyes skimmed the lines once. Then twice. Then again. Positive. Yes, positive. The word stared back at me, bold and undeniable. I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest tightening as disbelief gave way to something hot and overwhelming. Joy. Relief. Hope. Real, dangerous hope. “Thank you,” I whispered, already standing, feeling adrenaline rush through me. I didn’t wait for anything else. I rushed out of the clinic with the report clutched tightly in my hand, my heart racing as if it wanted to outrun my body. I called for a taxi and headed home. My mind was a total mess. After three years. THREE YEARS!!! Three years of a marriage that felt more like a contract than a union. Three years of whispers, side glances, and unspoken judgments. Three years of being Marcus Hart’s wife in name, but never in truth. Now, everything would change. This baby would change everything. This baby is the answer I've always longed for. “Ma’am…. Ma'am…” The driver's voice jolted me back to reality. “We’re here.” I didn't even realize we've arrived at my destination. I paid him and got off the car. I smiled as I walked towards the house, tears blurring my vision. I imagined Marcus’s reaction – surprise first, then pride. Maybe even tenderness. Maybe a big hug. Maybe he would finally look at me the way husbands were supposed to look at their wives. For the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to believe. I got into the house, my heels echoing against the marble floors as I headed straight for Marcus’s study. I didn’t even stop to catch my breath. I knocked once. No answer. I knocked again, firmer this time. Still nothing. But I could hear voices inside. Low. Intimate. Marcus’s voice unmistakable. Smiling, I reached for the door handle and pushed it open. Then...The world stopped. My breath lodged painfully in my throat as the report slipped from my fingers and fluttered uselessly to the floor. Marcus was lying naked on the sofa at the center of the room, but… he wasn't alone. My sister, Vivienne was naked too and was right on top of him, riding him like a horse. They were both drowning in pleasure, Marcus's hands gripping her waist while her head was thrown back, eyes closed. Casual. Possessive. Intimate. Tears stung my eyes as I stood there, watching them, unnoticed yet. Pain ripped through me so fast I nearly collapsed. I stood frozen, my feet refusing to move, watching them for several seconds yet they didn’t notice me. I watched the way Marcus touched her– the way he never touched me. My sister. My husband. The two people I trusted most in the world. I swallowed past the bile rising in my throat. “What… what is going on?” I whispered. My voice broke their steamy moment. Their heads snapped toward me. Vivienne didn’t even flinch. If anything, her lips curved slightly– clearly amused. They didn't stop. Vivienne increased her momentum and rode violently till they both exploded in pleasure. Vivienne got off him, his cum slowing dripping down her thighs. Irritation flashed across Marcus's face as he sat up before it settled into something colder. Calculating. “Elena,” he said. “This isn’t what it looks like.” The lie landed like an insult. This was the highest level of disrespect and betrayal! My hands clenched into fists as my entire body shook. “You’re in my house,” I said hoarsely, staring at Vivienne. “With my husband.” Vivienne stepped away from Marcus leisurely, completely unbothered. She began putting on her dress as though this were an inconvenience rather than a betrayal. I snapped. “How could you?” I screamed, the sound tearing out of my chest. “You’re my sister! How could you touch my husband?” She said nothing. Marcus moved in front of her protectively. Like I was the villain in their pathetic love story. That broke something inside me. My hand flew before I could stop myself, connecting to her face. Pa! The slap echoed sharply across the room. Vivienne’s head snapped to the side. She stared at me in disbelief before her eyes hardened with rage. “Are you insane?” she hissed. Marcus grabbed my wrist, his grip bruising. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he snarled. I laughed weakly, hysteria clawing at my throat. “What’s wrong with me? You’re cheating on me with my sister!” “No,” he snapped. “You’re the one who’s been cheating.” The words stunned me. “What?” I whispered. “With Ethan,” Marcus continued coldly. “Don’t bother denying it. Vivienne told me everything.” Ethan. My chest tightened painfully. “That’s a lie,” I said. “I would never—” “There are witnesses,” Marcus interrupted. “People who saw you together.” Fear crept up my spine. Witnesses? I turned slowly toward Vivienne. She smiled at me… slow, smug, victorious. “You—” My voice shook. “You set me up.” She bent down and picked up the paper I had dropped earlier. My heart stopped. “Give that back,” I said, reaching for it. She stepped away and handed it to Marcus instead. “Woww…Look at this,” she said sweetly. “She’s pregnant.” What?“ He snatched the report from her, his eyes scanning it. Then he glanced at me. “You whore!“ His hand connected to my face in a sharp and stinging slap. The slap knocked me to the floor. Pain exploded across my cheek as I hit the marble hard, my side screaming in protest. Tears streamed down my face as I looked up at his towering form. “I didn’t cheat,” I sobbed. “That baby is yours. You should definitely trust me over this bitch, I'm your wife!” He didn't say anything; just stood there, chest heaving. But he had an expression that seems like he was contemplating my words. I continued. “This child is yours. I swear to God.“ “Don't tell me you believe her, Marcus. I saw her messing around with Ethan in his bedroom. She was moaning so loudly, talking about how you've abandoned her,” Vivienne said, her voice sure and steady, looking at me with disdain. That was when something inside me shattered completely. Bitch! Honestly, Marcus has been neglecting me. Our marriage isn't a really rosy one since it was his father who forced him to marry me before he could rise to the position of CEO. We weren't in love and I know I was the last person he would ever want to marry since I was literally a nobody. But I have loved him since I was twelve —until this very moment. His late dad had a special likeness for me and I know if he was alive, all these won't be happening. “Marcus … please.“ I crawl towards him, holding his legs. “Don't listen to Vivienne.“ There was a long, tense silence. “Fine,” he finally said. “Stand up. We're going to the family doctor, now. A DNA test must be conducted immediately. “ I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, my hope renewed. I pushed myself up and nodded frantically. “Yes, please.” Vivienne’s face darkened before she masked it. “Read my lips Marcus, you’ll regret trusting her”, she said before storming out of the room. I could hear the pounding of my heart as everything happened so fast— Marcus drove me to the hospital and the DNA test was conducted. The family doctor said the results would be available in the next three days. I was confined to my room, not allowed to see or speak to anyone except my personal maid who brought food and other necessities to me. Time was moving slowly. I was on edge. I could not wait for the third day to come. Then, it was the third day, my heart racing with every second that passed. There was a long, tense silence. I had been faithful. I knew it. ….but I still couldn’t keep calm Suddenly the door flung open. Marcus stepped in with the report in his hands, his expression was unreadable. A beat passed before a small smile spread across his face. I managed a smile too. Finally! He must have known the truth. I released a breath that I didn't realize I have been holding. Then I took a step forward, my voice trembling. “What does it say?”***Elena's POV***The room erupted.Not loudly. These people were too polished for that. But I saw the reactions immediately. The widened eyes. The sharp inhale from one side of the table. The looks exchanged between people who suddenly realized this was no longer a routine update but a public stripping of masks.Mr. Harlow tried to speak first. “That is a gross misunderstanding—”“It is not.”Mr. Doran swallowed. “We were only—”“Spare me.”The word came out flat.I could feel the room watching me now, all of them very suddenly aware that the woman they had once quietly dismissed was not here to be decorative.I opened the next page and slid it forward.“This,” I said, tapping the paper once, “is a transfer trail from your private device, your private account, and your private meeting with a rival intermediary. You do not get to call that a misunderstanding.”Neither of them moved.I looked at them for a long second.Then, with a calm that was almost colder than anger, I said, “You’v
***Elena's POV***The bedroom door opened and Rook walked in.He stopped so abruptly it was almost funny.His eyes moved from me, to Dominic in bed, to the bathrobe on my body, to the wet towel draped carelessly on a chair, and back to me.For one full second, he said nothing.Then he looked at us with the kind of calm expression that only made the joke worse.“I leave you two alone for one hour,” he said, “and this is what I come back to.”I felt every ounce of blood rush straight to my face.Dominic’s expression turned murderous.“Get out,” he said at once.Rook lifted both hands slightly in mock surrender. “I was only checking on the patient.”“Get… lost.”Rook’s gaze flicked to me again, and there was no hiding the amusement there now. “Mrs. Blackwood, I admire your commitment. So much for a contract marriage.”I nearly groaned.Dominic looked one insult away from throwing him out the window.Rook, somehow still wearing that same straight face, added, “The meeting at headquarters
***Elena’s POV***Water splashed up around us in a rush of warmth and shock and total humiliation. My heart nearly stopped. My hands instinctively grabbed for the nearest solid thing—which happened to be Dominic’s…. Oops, I'm too embarrassed to even say it out loud.He looked just as stunned for half a second.Then, very slowly, the corner of his mouth curved.I stared at him.He stared back.Like my brain was just jolted back to life by electricity, I quickly retracted my hands burning in shame. The water had soaked through my clothes almost instantly, clinging to me in ways I absolutely did not have the mental strength to process. My hair had loosened, my breath was gone, and the fact that I was now sitting in the bathtub with Dominic Blackwood after being yanked in by him was not a thought my brain was prepared to shelve politely.Dominic had that signature smirk on his face again and I knew what he was insinuating. I opened my mouth.Nothing came out.I felt so wronged but even
***Elena’s POV***“Elena.”His voice stopped me in my tracks.I had already reached the door, one hand still on the knob, my mind halfway out of the room and halfway on the stupidly dangerous awareness that had been lingering between us since breakfast.I turned back slowly.Dominic was still leaning against the pillows with that unbearably self-satisfied look on his face, as if he had just remembered a very important detail and was deeply pleased with himself for choosing the most inconvenient possible moment to bring it up.I narrowed my eyes immediately. “What now?”He looked at me for a second, then let out the faintest smirk.You know that kind of smirk. The kind that makes a person suspicious before they even know what they are being suspicious of.“Juliet said,” he began, entirely too calmly, “that I was to be cared for properly.”I stared at him.He continued, “You have not bathed me.”My mouth opened.Then closed.Then opened again because I genuinely had no idea whether to l
***Elena’s POV***My heart was beating so loudly I was certain Dominic could hear it.Which was… ridiculous, because he looked far too calm for a man who had just asked me to lick sauce off his mouth like he was testing how much of my dignity could survive breakfast.I stared at him.He stared back.Not blinking.Not retreating.Not even pretending he had just said something normal.My face burned. My pulse misbehaved. My entire soul stood somewhere near the ceiling trying to leave my body without paying rent.And then, because humiliation had apparently become a hobby in this room, I thought; ‘Fine. If Dominic Blackwood wants to be dangerous, I can be worse.’I lifted my chin.His gaze shifted immediately, sharp and attentive, as though he could sense the decision before I made it.Slowly, deliberately, I leaned in.Very close.Close enough to feel the warmth of him.Close enough to hear the faint change in his breathing.His eyes flicked once to my mouth and then back to my face, an
***Elena’s POV***I had no choice but to agree.Not because I enjoyed it.Not because it made any sense.But because Dominic Blackwood had woken up, survived a bullet wound, looked at me with those maddeningly calm eyes, and somehow managed to make the idea of refusing him feel more difficult than handling an entire company meeting.Juliet had been very firm about it.He needed rest.Real rest.Not the sort where he sat up in bed pretending he was fine while plotting three different ways to return to work too early.So, after some arguing, some glaring, and one especially smug look from Rook that I chose not to forgive, Dominic was moved from the medical wing to his personal bedroom as per one of Juliet's many instructions.Which, irritatingly, turned out to be even more luxurious than the rest of North Hill.Of course it was.The bedroom was vast and elegant, with tall windows draped in heavy midnight curtains, a king-sized bed with dark linen sheets, a sitting area by the fireplace,
***Elena’s POV***Sleep had been a cruel joke.I woke several times through the night, each time to the same unfamiliar ceiling and the same silent reminder that I was no longer in the life I had once known.No Marcus. No Vivienne. No parents waiting to tear me apart with polished smiles and pois
***Elena’s POV*** Entertaining?? I scoffed internally. What the hell does he mean by that?? The word echoed in my mind long after Dominic left the study. I didn’t know if he meant work… or humiliation. Given the sharp gleam in his eyes, I suspected both. The maid escorted me back to the ro
***ELENA'S POV***My memory went blank at first when the strange guy who I just learnt his name is Dominic asked me for my name. But…the moment he stepped forward, fixed his stormy gray eyes on me and asked me 'who the hell are you?'The memories I wish I could erase flooded in, suffocating me. So
***Dominic's POV***“You sure not one survived?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silent night air like a blade.Rooks, my personal assistant and right-hand man replied. “Yes, Boss. We made sure to clear them all. Not a single gangster is left breathing.”As much I wanted to believe him, I cou







