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ARIA

The nausea hit me again in the waiting room. For a week, I'd felt terrible—exhausted, dizzy, unable to eat.

"Ms. Taylor?" The nurse called.

Dr. Stevens ran blood test. Twenty minutes later, she returned with my report.

"You're pregnant. Six weeks. "

The room spun. I gripped the chair, my old spine injury aching.

"That's impossible. "

"The blood test is conclusive. " she pushed the report towards me. I stared at it. Pregnant. Blake's child.

"If anyone asked, please don't tell anyone, " I said quickly. "This is my privacy, okay?"

"Of course. But please schedule a follow – up soon."

"I will, " I lied

In the elevator,  I touched my flat stomach. A child. The thought should have bring joy. Instead, I felt only dread.  Blake had made it clear — our arrangement was temporary. Business, not personal.

And a child was the unlimited complication.

Outside the hospital, the autumn wind cut through my coat. I stood there for a moment, watching other patients come and go with their families. Some held hands. Some laughed together.

I was alone.

My phone buzzed. Three missed calls from Jack.

"Aria's,where are you?" He whispered when I called back. "Mr. Morgan's been waiting for thirty minutes. He's furious. The CFO just left his office crying. "

I pressed my hand against my abdomen. I'm sorry,  little one. Your father doesn't know you exist.

Twenty minutes later.  I stood outside Blake's office door, taking a deep breath before knocking.

Blake stood near his office window's, his back rigid.  The afternoon sun cast long shadows across his desk.

"You're thirty-five minutes late." His voice was cold. He didn't turn around.

"I apologise. I had a medical appointment. "

"You didn't put it on my calendar. "Now he turned, ice-blue eyes cutting into me. "You're job is to manage my schedule, Aria's. Not disrupt it."

"Yes,  Mr. Morgan. "

"Tonight at seven, we're attending the carter family's charity gala." I swallowed hard. "I'm not feeling well. Could I-"

"Are you asking or telling me?" Не sat down, leaning back. "Because if you're asking, the answer is no."

Always so cold.

"I'll be ready," I said quietly.

"The Carters are important partners. Manufacturing contracts worth millions. You'll smile, be polite, and remember you're there as my wife." He picked up a pen, dismissing me.

Don't be late again."

Leaving his office. I thought about that night three years ago-the night that changed everything.

I was serving at a Morgan family party. My mother Christine had arranged the job-punishment for offending Emma Grant again.

The next morning, I woke up in Blake' s suite.

They said I drugged him. That I crawled into his bed. No one believed my protests.

Blake offered a choice: a five-year marriage contract to save his reputation, or criminal charges.

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