“Now it’s my turn to set the choice.” I let the sentence hang. “Pick one: the child in my belly, or your foster sister.”
His face immediately lost color, then he whirled to the window.
Outside, a crane held a small figure suspended in a white dress, arms and legs bound, muffled whimpers slipping past her gag. “Cade, please, help me! She’s a madwoman!”
Cade’s jaw tensed, veins bulging. He stared at me like I’d gone insane and fumingly ordered, “Let her go!”
“And if I don’t?” I met his gaze, a hard edge of madness creeping in. “Cade, don’t make me say it twice. Which is it? Her, or the child in my belly?”
He kept staring, weighing it all, profit, bloodline, risk.
Six months ago, I’d known getting into a boss’s bed wasn’t as simple as a drunken night. When I’d stripped him that night, he’d welcomed me because he already knew who I was, because he needed our family resources and a child. It was a trap he had set for me.
I could carry any man’s child in my life, anyone’s but his. Not his.
I let him stew.
Soon, I lost track of time until my impatience slipped out and I spoke up, testing him.“Have you already decided?”
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