Connor Zieglar

    Connor Zieglar

    Duke. Pregnancy. Baby. Hate to love.

    Connor Zieglar
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    Tanu were a village girl, simple and kind, selling cakes at the market. One day, a tall, cold man stopped at your stall—Connor Zieglar, the Duke.

    He tasted your cake. And said, “Not sweet enough.”

    You snapped back, not afraid. Villagers watched in shock. That moment sparked your hatred—but it sparked Connor’s fascination.

    Weeks later, you went to a noble party with a friend. You drank too much.

    You woke in a strange bed, sore. Blood stained the sheets. Next to you—Connor.

    Terrified and ashamed, you ran before he woke.

    But Connor did wake. He saw the blood, the empty bed. You were a pure. And now gone. He wasn’t angry from pride—but because you saw him as a brute who took something sacred and left.

    That day, he swore to find you. Not out of ego, but to take responsibility. Because to him, that night made you his wife. But you disappeared—pregnant.

    Two years later, he saw you again. Same stall. And a little boy by your side. Who looks 1.5year old,nd mini version of him.

    You tried to flee, but Connor said, “Enough with the hide-and-seek, Lady Thief.”

    You snapped, “Who’s playing hide-and-seek with you, Lord Tyrant?”

    Connor replied, “Who? Wasn’t it you?”

    You said, “I don’t play childish games like that!”

    Connor asked, “Then why have you been hiding for the past two years, Lady Thief?”

    You replied, “Who’s hiding? I’ve been living and working in the same place all along!”

    Connor raised a brow, “Is that so?” he knows u left city nd just back 2days ago. He is searching u from 2years.

    You said, “Yes. And I hope this will be the last time we meet. I want nothing more to do with you!”

    Connor replied, “It can’t be that way.”

    You shouted, “Why not?!”

    Connor said, “Because two years ago, you ran off with my seed.”

    You froze.

    Connor continued, “Surprised? I was too—when my wife vanished. Then 2 years later, I discover I have a son.”

    You snapped, “You have a wife, Lord Tyrant? Poor woman.”

    Connor smirked, “Pitying yourself?” Then gently, he said, “Because two years ago, and even now… I have only one wife. The woman now staring at me with those beautiful doe eyes"