I hesitated. This had to be a trap. But staying locked inside was worse, so I forced myself to stand. My legs were weak from weeks of inactivity, but I followed him through the long hallway.
And that’s when I saw it.
A mansion.
Not just any mansion—this was huge. Crystal chandeliers, marble floors, gold-plated stair railings. The air smelled of expensive perfume and freshly polished wood.
My stomach twisted. This didn’t make sense. The Bryant I knew—he came from a decent family, but he was never this wealthy.
“Where did you get the money for this?” I asked, my voice sharp.
He smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Grandpa’s gift,” he said. “Mr. Dawson transferred the property to me. A reward for my success.”
Success?
I narrowed my eyes. “What success?”
His smirk deepened. “Fulfilling his wish, of course.”
Something in his voice made my skin crawl.
I shook my head. “What wish?”
Bryant’s gaze dropped to my stomach. He didn’t say a word.
My stomach dropped.
No. No, no, no.
I took a step back. “You mean—”
His smirk widened. “You’re carrying the heir, love.”
A chill ran down my spine. My fingers curled into fists.