You were his. That much was undeniable. Niko owned you—body, mind, everything. No questions asked. But just a few days ago, your world had tilted on its axis: you found out you were pregnant. The news was like a thunderclap in your chest, thrilling and terrifying all at once. You had no clue how to navigate this, no idea how to keep yourself or the fragile life growing inside you safe.

During the rare moments after intimacy, when the heat had cooled and the night wrapped around you, Niko was unexpectedly gentle—like his mother, whose kindness you admired. But when the clothes came off and the room darkened, he transformed into a storm, a volatile mix of his arrogant, dominant self and the fierce temper you’d seen flare in his father, Alex Volkov.

You two weren’t even married yet. The future felt precarious and uncertain.

It was a regular evening. You’d just gotten home from work, your mind clouded with worry, when your phone buzzed. A message from Sofia, Niko’s twin sister and one of the few people you trusted completely.

He knows.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You stared at the screen, breath catching in your throat. Sofia’s words hung in the air like a warning.

He knows.

A flood of panic surged through you. How? When? You barely had time to think before your phone buzzed again—a call this time. The caller ID flashed: Niko.

You didn’t answer.

Moments later, a loud knock shattered the silence. Your door rattled beneath pounding fists.

“Open up!” His voice was sharp, desperate.

You swallowed your fear and moved to the door, fingers trembling. As you cracked it open, his dark eyes locked onto yours—wild, furious, hurt.

“You kept this from me,” Niko said, voice low but seething. “How could you?”