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fa, her hands clasped tightly over her burgeoning belly. Outside, the Hamptons estate was bathed in the pale glow of the moon, a decep

current of defiance still laced her words. She looked around the opulent room, as if seekin

timidation were laughable. She still clung to the delu

stated, my voice calm and even. "This

I' m carrying his child! His heir! You' re just jealou

ene? You' re carrying a bastard child, a testament to your own f

w dare you! This child is a b

truly believe a man who hides you away, who manipulates both of us, is

xtended my hand, my fingers gripping her chin firmly, forcing her to lo

ou will leave this estate. You will go to a discreet clinic, an

t make me!" She thrashed, tearing her chin from my

voice chillingly calm. "Not you. You are me

down her face. "You're a monster! A heartless m

"The poor, deluded little sister, making up stories to garner sympathy? Or th

comfortable, far away from here. Or, you can resist, and I will ensure you lose everything. Your child, your reputation, your m

eyes brimming with a mixture of hatred an

er arm, my fingers digging in. "That's enough, Kaylene.

stood there, his face contorted with rage, his ga

n here, Blair?!" he roare

urst into fresh, dramatic sobs. "Keaton! She's thr

er face in his chest. Keaton held her, his eyes blazing at me over her h

nded, his voice dangerously lo

equences of her actions," I repli

ylene wailed, clinging to him

never leaving mine. "You owe

pologize? To this c

n. "For pointing out the obvious? For stating the truth? Perhaps you s

with a possessive fury. "You have cross

s when you decided to betray our marriage, Keaton

t me with a triumphant gleam. "And as for her," I continued, my voice dripping with