One reckless night. One unexpected baby. Two men who might be the father.Darcy never saw it coming..literally. A cryptic pregnancy leaves her blindsided when she wakes up in a hospital bed with a newborn in her arms. But the real shock? Her daughter's father could be one of two men. Cassian Dempsey; the cocky, troublemaking bad boy from the wrong side of town. Elias Mercer; the ruthless, untouchable golden boy with a fortune to his name. Both are her brother's best friends. Both were never supposed to touch her. And when they find out the truth, neither is willing to let go. But the biggest scandal of all? The DNA test comes back with an impossible result... They're both the father. Now, caught between secrets, temptation, and two men who refuse to back down, Darcy is in deeper than she ever imagined. Because some betrayals can't be undone. And some men won't take no for an answer.
Lihat lebih banyakELIASThe Mercer estate was a different kind of hell.Not the loud, chaotic kind. Not the one with fire and torment. No. This hell was polished marble floors, a chandelier that cost more than most houses, and silence so thick it could suffocate you.I hadn’t lived here in almost three years. Not since I turned eighteen and convinced the board (who apparently made all the major decisions of my life) it was better for appearances if I had my own place, my own image. So I built a mansion across town. Clean, modern and completely fit to my tastes. That’s where I held the parties. That’s where I wore the crown they gave me.But this? This was the kingdom.Dinner was at seven sharp. Not 6:59. Not 7:01.Late meant disrespect. And in the Mercer house, disrespect was basically treason. And I’m not even kidding.I parked the car exactly where I always did…the lower driveway, passenger side closest to the door. The valet had long since stopped offering to park for me. He knew I preferred the con
DARCYThe beeping.God, it never stopped.The soft chime of the monitors. The low hum of hospital machines. The sharp click of shoes on the linoleum outside my door. The voices. The whispers. The baby.Everything was way too loud.And yet somehow still not loud enough to drown out the spiral in my head.I was three days post-surgery, and my body felt like it had been cracked open and stitched back wrong. My skin didn't fit right. My bones ached. My breasts were swollen, burning, leaking just enough milk to stain every one of Levi's oversized shirts I'd been living in, but somehow never enough to satisfy her.The baby. Still unnamed. Still loud. And of course still mine.The nurses stationed around kept calling her "Baby Girl Seville," their voices bright and excited like it wasn't driving me insane every time I heard it. As though it wasn't a frequent shitty reminder that I hadn't been able to name her. Like I didn't just stare at the blank line on her birth certificate every night, w
ELIAS Marnie disappeared back inside, leaving Cassian and me standing there, bags of baby supplies weighing heavily in our hands. We didn’t speak, and neither of us moved, we were just stood there in the same position. Because neither of us knew what the fuck to do next. Cassian was still staring at the trunk like it held all the damn answers he needed. Like if he just focused hard enough, the truth would magically spell itself out in between the formula cans and tiny clothes. His jaw clenched, his breathing uneven, the muscle in his temple ticking like it always did when he was about five seconds from losing his shit. He wouldn’t say it. Not out loud. He didn’t even have to. But I could see it written all over his face. He thought the baby was his. And was already panicking at the thought of his broke ass trying to deal with that mess. Anyways, if Cassian was thinking the baby was his because of that night, then of course, so was I. Because what were the fucking odds? Ni
CASSIANThe hospital’s automatic doors slid open, and the cold air hit me like a slap.I barely felt it.Marnie was leading the way toward her car, talking as she walked. I could hear her voice, but the words blurred together, muffled beneath the sheer panic coursing through me, aggravated by the pounding in my skull.Just ahead of me, Elias moved like nothing was wrong.As though the last five minutes hadn’t flipped our entire fucking world upside down, as though it was just a nightmare I forgot to wake up from.As though he wasn’t standing in the middle of this mess with me. To think, randomly deciding to follow Elias Mercer would’ve led to such an outcome. But I was still glad I fucking did. He hadn’t said a word since we left Darcy’s room. Not even a glance my way.Because he didn’t have to. I knew him too well. Knew that he was already thinking, analyzing, calculating his next move while I was barely holding myself together. It was always like that with us.Marnie’s trunk was al
DARCYElias's words hung in the air, heavy, unrelenting and suffocating.Cassian ran a hand through his already messy hair, pacing, his movements were erratic and restless, like he couldn't stand still. He kept looking at me, then at the empty space where baby had been, then back at me again, like he was desperately trying to piece something together that didn't fucking fit. But he didn't worry me yet.Elias, on the other hand, was too still. Too silent. His eyes had darkened, locked onto me with something unreadable and calculating.And that scared me way more than Cassian's pacing.Because Elias Mercer didn't guess. He didn't assume, didn't throw accusations into the dark without knowing exactly what he was talking about.He found the answers. Tore them apart if he had to.And I could tell...he was already getting close. Too fucking close.The realization started to settle in way too suddenly for my liking, I could see it creeping into their expressions, into the way Cassian's frown
DARCYI couldn't breathe.Not with them standing there. Not with Elias Mercer and Cassian Dempsey standing right there, staring at me, staring at her.The room had been too small before, but now it felt like the walls were closing in, pressing painfully against my ribs, and making it real impossible to think.They didn't say anything. Of course they didn't. What was there to say?Neither did I.We just... stared.Cassian's brows were drawn, his lips pressed together in a hard line like he was trying to solve a puzzle that shouldn't exist. Elias stood still, too still, but his sharp eyes hadn't moved from me once. They weren't looking at the baby, nor were they looking at Levi.Nahh, they were looking at me. Focused and intense.Like they didn't know who the hell I was.Like I had suddenly turned into something unrecognizable.The pressure in my chest grew much worse. My arms were locked in place, frozen, my fingers curled so tightly around the baby that my knuckles had gone white.I h
DARCYFor the first time since waking up in this nightmare, I was alone with Levi.Mom had stepped out to grab some essentials, leaving me in the hospital bed, the baby..my baby asleep in my arms, and Levi sitting beside me in a chair that looked like it had been his home for the past few hours.The incubator had been moved into the room earlier, its soft hum filling the room. The baby didn’t need it yet, but the nurses were still checking on her every couple of hours, making sure everything was fine.I wasn’t fine. Not really.I could feel Levi watching me, his arms crossed, his jaw tight and waiting.I knew this was coming. I’d known the second Mom walked out that door.Still, when he finally spoke, I felt the tension in my body coil tighter. God, I was tired. Way mode tired than I probably should’ve felt. “You gonna tell me now?” His voice was quiet but firm. “Or are we just gonna sit here, pretending like this isn’t the biggest bombshell to ever drop on this family?”I stared dow
CASSIANI was lining up my next shot, the pool cue resting steady in my grip, when some movement near the bar caught my attention.Elias Mercer had just stood up.I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t already been watching him. And I wouldn’t have been watching him if he hadn’t spent the last hour looking like a fucking statue, brooding in a corner with that same pinched expression he got when something wasn’t sitting right with him.Which meant something wasn’t sitting right with me either.And it wouldn’t have meant shit, if he hadn’t answered his phone first.And no, it was not a casual call. Definitely not a meaningless check-in. I’d played enough poker to recognize when someone just got a hand they weren’t expecting.And Elias? His whole damn expression tightened.The hand holding his glass of juice flexed. His head tipped slightly, listening. Then he stood.He didn’t say a word. Didn’t tell anyone where he was going. He just turned and walked right out, his steps way too sharp, wa
PRESENT DAY – ELIASThe memory faded as I shifted in my seat, exhaling slowly, adjusting my cufflinks out of habit.Levi wasn’t here.That was what mattered now.And I couldn’t help but shake the feeling that something was really wrong…I pushed up from my chair, ignoring the chaos of the party still thundering on outside. The music, the voices, the noisy, meaningless conversations happening in every corner of my house…it all faded into the background. I clenched my jaw, and exhaled slowly to calm my nerves, I flexed my fingers before forcing them to still. I needed answers.And I wasn’t going to get them sitting here.Walking towards a thankfully unoccupied bar by the side, I pulled out my phone, found the name I was looking for, and pressed call.Daniel Reese picked up almost immediately.“Mercer,” he greeted smoothly. “My man. Didn’t expect to hear from you tonight.”“I need to know where Levi Seville is.” I ask instead, not entertaining room for any small talk.Reese paused. Clea
A sharp, piercing pang in my lower abdomen jolted me awake from a restless sleep. It wasn't normal pain. It wasn't even close. My lower back and pelvis burned in an agony so excruciating I thought my bones were shattering from the inside. My abdomen twisted violently, the sensation so foreign it stole the air from my lungs. Then came the wetness. In my half-conscious state, I assumed I had peed myself. But something was off—wrong. This wasn't urine. It was too warm, too fast, too much. And it wasn't coming from where I expected. A clear, gushing fluid soaked my sheets, pooling beneath me. Terror seized my chest. What the hell was happening to me? "Levi!" My voice barely escaped as a whisper, hoarse and weak, but the pain made it impossible to move, let alone think. "Leviii!" My second cry was desperate, strangled. I was drowning in agony. My body trembled violently, tears streaming down my face. My sobs and gasping breaths filled the empty room, swallowed only by t...
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