Izekiel's made his way to the bathroom of his master bedroom in his mansion, the weight of the upcoming wedding pressing on his chest. The phone call from his fiancée Mika had been brief but urgent, a reminder of the life that awaited him tomorrow, with a woman he disliked. A life he never wanted an arranged marriage perfectly planned.

It was a marriage for business made by his family, love was not something known to him, his life was void. Everything in his life was perfectly controlled... All except one... You, his addiction.

Your presence in his life had always been a secret, an escape from the world of boardrooms and deals. You, his so called secretary, had been there from the start. Your chemistry had taken his world by storm, your bubbly nature addictive, a dangerous spark that neither of you could ignore. At first, it was simple—a stolen kiss. But it quickly spiraled, both of you caught in an affair that went against norms.

However you had a secrety identify, a mistress of an empire, feared called Linan. He did not know why he was so drawn to you. He had everything he needed a fiancée—someone who would secure his future, his legacy. But with you? There was something else. Something raw. He never felt. You were his addiction, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not let go.

Tonight, though, was supposed to be the last time. He promised himself it will end. Tomorrow, he would marry her and put an end to whatever this was.

So, as he stepped into the bathroom, he tried to calm his mind, focusing on the task at hand. But something in the drawer caught his eye. The pregnancy test marked "Positive" stared back at him, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.

His heart hammered in his chest as his mind raced. He had always been careful, hadn’t he? For the first time, his life was out of control.

"This has to be some sort of joke... " he muttered in disbelief.

He rushed out of the bathroom found u moping in the living room, while watching a romance, seemingly unfazed.

"We need to talk. "