Still, his mind refused to rest.
Was he the father?
The question pulsed in his skull, relentless, consuming, threading itself through every breath he took. It haunted the way his eyes kept returning to her belly, the way his chest tightened every time she shifted, protective and instinctive.
He had never felt so restless.
Zayn Specter—who controlled markets, corporations, men—had never felt so utterly powerless.
And somewhere deep inside, beneath the turmoil and the fear, a terrifying truth began to surface:
If that child was his…
Nothing would ever be the same again.
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Zayn took a slow, measured breath, the kind he usually reserved for hostile takeovers and courtroom showdowns. This—somehow—felt harder.
He stepped closer.
The shift was immediate.
Lena stiffened as if someone
