Reborn As The Cold Villain's Daughter

clenched so tight the muscle ticked beneath his skin. He didn't step forw

rom the effort. He wasn't mov

wisted her torso, trying to pu

atal misca

ib, but a decorative wooden fixture, improperly secured by the negligent nanny, gave way unde

y took

t as the floor rushed up to meet her. T

ls contracted

cess the action. He lunged forward, his l

into the floor, two large, hard ha

mering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Pure survival instinct took ove

d onto the lape

rd angle, holding the heavy, squirmin

inches from hers. The fabric in her fists

ur milk invaded his personal space. His chest tightened. For a man

ower her back

re tangled tight in his expensive silk t

her fingers off his tie. He didn't know how to be gentle. His large f

shot through

ears flooded her eyes instantly. She opened her m

rsery. Edward flinched, the veins at his

d, his voice vibrati

silence. But a baby's auditory system only registered the

ological reaction she couldn't stop. Her six-month-old sph

en, sharp cramp in

o, no

gs together, desperately tr

lt soul was powerless a

her thin diaper. It spread instantly,

flush against his torso, the

ge, spreading heat

oked

abric of his custom suit, a dark

akable scent of u

sanity

body turned to stone. His face drained of color,

pee hit his suit. She stared up at hi

rieked in her head. Villain h

rge to throw the contaminated objec

p loosening. He was

rms and legs around his forearm, clin

fabric of her onesie direct

a ragged breath through his teeth,

her. Instead, he

ng and aggressive. He carried her away from his bo

ng the hallway lights blur past, he