The Billionaire's Deadline Bride

of her sketchbook and illuminating the room in warm, golden light. Outside, the city pulsed with its usual

on for months. She had imagined the structure countless times-the soft curves, the eco-friendly facades, the way sunlight

touch to her stomach reminded her that her world had

e her heart bot

morning, a series of screaming headlines tha

dly Expecting Child with

at Risk Amid En

ife: Is Vanessa Cole

an, had been erased from the world of media and power by lies. Lies that Vanessa Cole had carefully orchestr

focus on her sketches. But the words in

ything from him. She's tr

pt for the soft hum of the radiator and the distant sounds of the city.

step was

't risk alerting Vanessa, who was clearly manipulating every angle of Adrian's life. And she coul

ered to herself. I

fe, discreet apartment in a quieter part of the city if she needed to. She made notes on emergency c

had looked at her like she was the only person in the room, the way he had been completely himself, ung

hat man. I have to

her thoughts. She glanced at the screen, relief a

y. Let's review your prog

ment. She had to monitor her pregnancy closely. Every precaution mattered.

but her mind wandered. Adrian.

g evidence of love and trust-remai

r recommended. She kept her coat pulled tight, her head down, blending in with the crowds. Every glanc

ctively rested on her stomach. She imagined the child, tiny and wa

hem take this

t side street. No flashy signs, no media, no cameras. J

flicked back to Adrian again. She imagined his face, the warmth in his eyes, th

know the truth about the child he had helped create. And Vanessa Cole's

o fists. She couldn't wait.

rong. But the stakes had never been higher. Every step Adrian took toward Vanessa, every board meeting, every staged

ld, protect Adrian, and keep the enemy unaware. Vanessa Cole was cleve

take, Zara thought

and shimmered like tiny stars, distant and untouchable. She placed a hand on her s

again. Another br

ged Pregnancy: Adria

in Chaos as Engage

ected it. But seeing it in black and white, seeing how her child's f

let th

s to herself like a vo

rotect our child. And one da

e Vanessa made, every staged photograph, every carefully curated headline was being tracked. Adr

't yet know

d already started her own quiet plan-protect

g across the board. T

are-were preparing for the collision that would shake their l

fhan

ain. An unknown number

watching Adrian more c

over the screen. Someone kn

game was bigger, more dangerous, and fa

longer. She had to a