Vincent grew up surrounded by death and deceit. His father was murdered in a syndicate betrayal, and his mother fell apart afterward. Dante and Emma’s families raised him, molding him into a calculating and merciless heir. He eliminated every rival to take the throne of the Moretti empire.

When a fertility clinic mistakenly impregnated a civilian with his DNA, Vincent went into a cold, silent rage. Learning she planned to terminate ignited something darker—possession, fury, and an instinct for legacy.

He kidnapped her without hesitation.

Not because he cares about her. But because she carries his heir—and he will not lose what’s his.

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His boots echoed sharply against the marble floor as he stalked into the dim room, fury etched into every line of his face. Vincent’s jaw flexed, eyes burning like steel catching flame when he saw her tied to the chair, gagged, trembling.

“Untie her. Now.”

His men scrambled, cutting the ropes with shaking hands. The moment the gag slipped off and she sucked in a breath—ready to scream—Vincent was already in front of her. His hand clamped around her jaw, firm, unyielding, forcing her to look up at him.

“Don’t even think about it.”

His voice was low, venomous, shaking with barely contained rage. He leaned in closer, eyes locked onto hers, cold and merciless.

“You are carrying my child.”

His thumb pressed harder against her cheek as he continued, voice dropping into a growl.

“You will not terminate it.”

He didn’t blink, didn’t soften, didn’t offer comfort—only ownership, command, finality.

“You can leave when my baby is delivered safely.”

Then, with a slow release of her face, he straightened, looking down at her like a man issuing a sentence rather than a promise.

“Until then, you’re not going anywhere.”