Ella Sinclair is instantly alert. He sits up in bed and pulls the covers back, staring at the red stain on my nightgown with an unreadable expression. He presses his palm to my belly, undoubtedly trying to communicate with the pup through their mental link. I’m trembling while I wait for him to gi
The doctor nods, “Alright, then what I’d like to do is run some tests and make sure everything is alright with mother and pup. Spotting isn’t unusual in the early stages, though there’s a bit more blood than I’d like. Ella, why don’t you get changed and then a nurse will be in to run your vitals – t
3rd Person The doctor smiled at Ella and Sinclair, pleased to be able to deliver good news for once. “Your baby is just fine.” He shared, watching the tension seep out of the expectant parents in front of him. “As I said, some spotting is perfectly normal in the early stages, and everything else lo
“This, is your just desserts.” Sinclair answered coldly, rising from his chair. “Do you know who I am, Mike?” “You’re that billionaire that’s always on TV.” Mike countered, barely containing a jealous sneer. “That’s right.” Sinclair smirked. “I’m also Ella’s new fiance.” He lied, going with a simi
Ella I hear Sinclair’s footsteps coming up the stairs just past five, and I realize he must have left work at the earliest available opportunity. I’m not complaining, I’ve been so eager to ask him about Mike ever since the police called me, and as unbelievable as it seems I even find myself missing
“And I see you would prefer it if he did not perceive so much.” The old man answers. “Is it that obvious?” I chuckle, taking a seat across from him in the sitting room as a servant runs to get another place setting for lunch. “I don’t blame you.” He confides. “I expect if I were in your shoes I wo
Ella I’ve been avidly watching the clock ever since returning home. Neither Hugo nor any of the guards said a word about my absence, but they did immediately take the grocery bags from my arms, insisting I shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting. I came straight to the kitchen afterwards, hoping that
“Oh right, so fine that a bottom dwelling asshole bankrupted and betrayed you for years on end!” Sinclair snaps. “That isn’t fair.” I fight back, my voice thick with emotion. “Don’t blame me for what Mike did!” “I’m not.” He sighs, seeming to regret his rash statement. “I wouldn’t. But if you were