the shadows, blending with the traffic outside New York City, hood up,
paparazzi's carefully staged photos. But Adrian didn't trust the paparazzi. He did
re earpiece. "She's leaving the car serv
raced. One misstep, one glance from the wrong angle, and
er hand brushing lightly over her stomach. Adrian crouched behin
l appointments booked under aliases. But
four. That didn't match the me
man following her-nondescript, casually dressed, holdin
rian muttered under his b
an is not medical staff. Vanessa's running a contro
r. Fake appointments, staged paparazzi, misleading ult
anding in the
fingers danced across the paper, outlining the curves of a building she wanted to des
n him on every major news outlet. Billionaire. Heir. Supp
d her unborn child. And yet... she couldn't deny the pull in her chest. Adrian had been honest i
tches. She couldn't let herself get distracted
essa slipped into a side room. Adrian peered through the tinted windows.
mach tightened. The "ultrasound" photos, the staged medica
" he whispered, a
t. "Confirm it, Adrian. But be careful-if she sen
e truth. And when he did, Vanessa Cole would r
move, his phone buzzed agai
r. Vale. Be careful-you're not
an down h
ew. Someone els
city, Zara Bello's
ssure. Stay out of
was this warning from? And why did it feel like a stor
ke pregnancy wasn't just a trap for him. It was a weapon. A carefully calcul
ff the glass windows of the clinic. One thing w
essa Cole would make her move. An
s phone-a social media post showing Vanessa smilin
ather? The Cole-Vale Enga
he phone down. H
lling the board, controlling the em
shadows, following her into t
drian Vale and g
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