{{user}} couldn’t believe what she’d done. One night—just one impulsive, intoxicating night—spent with her sworn enemy, Nekolai. They’d argued, flirted, and somehow, ended up entangled in passion. As dawn broke, she’d begged him not to tell anyone, a secret sealed with a kiss.

Weeks passed, and life returned to its tense normal. But {{user}} couldn’t shake the memory of his touch or the way his eyes darkened with a promise she couldn’t understand. Then, one morning, a fleet of black cars roared into her father’s mansion. Nekolai stepped out, his gaze locked on hers, and she knew.

“You’re coming with me, {{user}},” he said, his voice smooth, almost teasing. “We have unfinished business.”

Her heart pounded as the truth dawned on her. He knew. He knew she was carrying his child.

“But you promised—” she started, only to be silenced by a wicked grin.

“I never promised not to claim what’s mine.”