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The heavy oak doors of the Morrison estate didn't just open—they flew off their traditional hinges, battered aside by a detachment of federal-grade corporate security personnel. / Chapter 8 / 20

Chapter 8 - A Taste of Their Own MedicineI set my teacup down on the saucer with a soft clink.

"Mercy?" I repeated, my voice ice-cold. "Is that what you showed me when your mother poured freezing water over my head while I was carrying your child? Is that what you showed me when you laughed and told me I was a burden?"

Brendan flinched, opening his mouth to stammer an excuse, but I cut him off.

"You called me a poor, pregnant burden," I whispered, leaning forward so only he could hear. "You thought you had all the power in the world because you had a last name and a bank account that belonged to me. Well, now you know what it truly feels like to have nothing."

Across the diner, two police officers in uniform looked up from their coffee cups, noticing the disheveled man harassing a patron.

"Get away from her, sir," one officer called out, standing up and resting a hand on his holster.

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His chest tightened, a sharp, cold panic piercing through the expensive scotch he’d consumed with Natalie. He looked around the pristine, designer-furnished foyer. The lights were on. The marble floors gleamed. But the house was dead silent—no sound of Claire dragging her swollen feet across the hardwood, no warm scent of tea or baking, no soft hum of the prenatal podcasts she listened to obsessively.

His chest tightened, a sharp, cold panic piercing through the expensive...

The silence of the boutique hotel room was a heavy, suffocating blanket. Two weeks had passed since Lena Moretti—formerly Lena Vance—walked out of Dante’s life, leaving behind an empire of glass, steel, and golden handcuffs. Now, sitting at a small laminate table with the ultrasound printouts clutched in her trembling hands, her life had completely fractured.

The silence of the boutique hotel room was a heavy, suffocating blanket....

The silence stretched for three agonizing seconds before I found my voice.

The silence stretched for three agonizing seconds before I found my voic...

Panic flashed in Brendan’s eyes. He grabbed my coat sleeve with trembling fingers. "Cassidy, wait! The baby—think about our baby! Don't you want her to have a father?"

"My daughter will have everything she needs," I said, gently pulling my sleeve from his filthy grip. "Starting with a mother who has enough self-respect never to let a parasite near her again."

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