Bloodlines and Betrayals
Lisa’s heart raced as she left Ethan’s private lab.
Her fingers brushed her abdomen again, this time deliberately.
The words echoed in her mind:
> “You’re not just carrying your mother’s legacy anymore… You’re carrying mine.”
Her stomach churned.
She pressed a hand against the elevator wall, eyes closed, willing herself not to break.
Not here.
Not now.
The steel doors opened, and Liam was there—his tall frame tense, eyes locked on hers the second she stepped out.
“Lisa,” he whispered.
His voice wasn’t cold this time.
It was soft.
Raw.
She walked straight into his arms.
For a moment, she let herself breathe.
Let herself feel the warmth of his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart.
Her armor cracked—just a little.
Liam’s lips pressed against the
