His Empire, My Vengeful Return

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gh the haze of my contractions. My body was already failing me. I was alone,

h an ugly triumph. "She's not getting any h

the pain. My breath hitched. My baby,

o my swollen belly, a shield for the tiny life within. Every muscle in my core screamed in

livery room. The medical staff, moments ago bustling with calm efficiency, now stood froz

egistered her perfectly styled hair and expensive suit. She was a predator in Prada

approached my bed. Her gaze, sharp and disdainful, raked over my

ding me down. The sudden movement sent a jolt of pain, searing and unbe

off the bed. The sterile white sheets, now stained with my blood and sw

My head slammed against the tiles, and for a terrifying second, everything went blac

ss. The contractions, already relentless, intensified, twisting my insides in

.. I need a doctor. Please, help me!" My voice was barely a whi

-splattered floor. Her eyes, cold and calculating, met mine. She reached out, not to h

u think you deserve help? You think a low-life like you, a ch

? My identity, my past, was supposed to be a secre

tocratic, held a strange familiarity. A sense of unease, a cold dre

created a new life for me, Kaylene Boyd, a quiet girl from a modest background. All for my safety, for a chance at a normal life. They controlled every public narrative, every photograph. Only

eclipsing the pain. "You have no idea who I am," I sp

a cry of pain. "You're nothing. A placeholder. A con

lashed out, clawing at her face. My nails raked across h

palm striking my face with brutal force. My head snappe

m her pocket, its screen glowing with an image. Kenton, my Kenton, stood beside her, his arm wrapped around her

ud in the pit of my stomach. The image bu

ress. "He always chooses status, Kaylene. And l

ing realization. Kenton. He wouldn't... Not Kenton. My mind, even in it

d, the words tearing my throat.

uture without you. And soon, without this... baggage." She gestured dismissively at my

t," she commanded, her voice ringing with authority. "The world needs to see what happens when you c