Shattered Vows

Mia’s POV The silence after the police dragged Damien away was deafening. I stood there in nothing but a thin robe, his c*m still leaking down my thighs. My hands trembled as I clutched my belly. Pregnant. Alone. Betrayed by my own father. “You bastard,” I whispered, staring at the man who raised me. He looked healthier than ever no longer the sick patient I had sacrificed everything for. “You were working with Harrington this whole time?” My father’s eyes were cold. “I did what I had to do. Voss is poison. He destroyed Sophia and he’ll destroy you too.” “Get out,” I hissed, my voice breaking. “Both of you.” The lawyer smirked as they left. The door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the luxurious prison Damien had built. I sank to the floor, sobs tearing from my chest. But the tears didn’t last long. Anger took over. I ran to the study, still naked and sticky with Damien’s release, and tore through the safe. More documents. More photos. One folder made my blood run cold — medical records showing fertility drugs. Damien’s signature was on them. There was even a second set with my name, dated two weeks before the wedding. He had been drugging me? Rage and heartbreak crashed inside me. I grabbed my phone with shaking hands and called Damien’s private lawyer. “Mrs. Voss,” the man answered quickly. “We’re working on bail. Mr. Voss is—” “Tell him I want the full truth,” I cut him off. “All of it. Or I’m gone when he gets back.” I ended the call and collapsed on the bed. The sheets still smelled like s*x and him. My body still ached from his c**k. Hours later, the door burst open. Damien stormed in, shirt torn, eyes wild with fury and relief when he saw me. Two security men stood behind him. “Mia!” He crossed the room in three strides and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me desperately, his hands roaming my body as if checking I was real. “Are you hurt? The baby—” I shoved him hard. “Don’t touch me!” He froze. Pain flashed across his face. “You drugged me?” I screamed, throwing the medical file at his chest. “Fertility drugs? You planned all of this? Sophia, the contract, the baby — was any of it real?!” Damien’s jaw clenched. He looked dangerous. “The drugs were for Sophia. She wanted the baby. After she died, I kept the protocol ready. I never used them on you. Someone planted those files.” “Liar!” Tears streamed down my face. “My father said you’re a monster. The messages said the baby might not even be yours—” He grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. His body pressed into mine, hard and possessive. “Listen to me,” he growled, voice low and full of emotion. “I killed for you tonight. I went to Harrington to end this. The baby is mine. You are mine. I was supposed to use you for one year and let you go… but the first time I was inside you, I knew I’d never let you leave.” His mouth crashed down on mine in a bruising kiss. I fought him for a second, then kissed him back just as hard. Hate and love twisted together. He lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bed. In one thrust, he buried himself inside my still-slick p***y. “Feel that?” he snarled, f*****g me hard and deep. “This is real. This obsession. This need. I’m a monster, Mia… but I’m your monster.” I moaned, nails raking down his back as he pounded into me. The wet sounds filled the room. But as pleasure built, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. A video call from an unknown number. I answered with trembling fingers. My father appeared on the screen… sitting next to Harrington. Both were smiling. “Sweetheart,” my father said. “You really thought Damien loved you? The drugs worked perfectly. That baby is the key to everything.” Harrington laughed. “Check the paternity test we sent you. It should be arriving any second.” The phone fell from my hand as a new notification pinged — a lab report showing 0% match. Damien froze inside me, eyes wide with shock and fury. “No…” I whispered, pushing at his chest. “Get off me!” He didn’t move. His c**k was still buried deep, pulsing. “Mia, it’s fake” The power in the penthouse suddenly cut off. Emergency lights flickered on. A new message appeared on every screen: “Game over, Voss. Your wife and child belong to me now.” The front door exploded open. Armed men poured in. Damien roared, pulling out of me and shoving me behind him protectively. He was still naked and hard. “Run, Mia!” he shouted as gunfire erupted. I grabbed the robe and bolted toward the hidden panic room. My heart shattered as I heard Damien fighting behind me.