The eviction was halted by the doctors. Fabian's blood pressure had spiked to dangerous levels, and they warned that too much stress could cause a fatal hemorrhage.

An hour later, Haleigh was escorted by two guards into a sterile recovery room that had been converted into a temporary study.

Fabian was sitting in a velvet recliner. A new IV line was taped to his hand. He waved his assistant out of the room as Haleigh walked in. The only other person left was the family's chief lawyer.

Fabian's eyes dragged slowly over Haleigh from head to toe. He looked at her like she was trash that had blown in through the window.

"Sit," he commanded. His voice was still rough, but the arrogance was suffocating.

Haleigh sat in the chair opposite him.

The lawyer slid a thick stack of papers across the desk. "These are Annulment documents," the lawyer said.

"I will never acknowledge this circus of a marriage," Fabian said coldly. "Sign the papers. You get ten million dollars to keep your mouth shut, and you leave today."

Haleigh looked at the number. Ten million. It wasn't even close to the fifty million she needed to keep her father alive.

She kept her spine straight. "I cannot sign this right now. I need to speak with your mother first."

Fabian's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. He hated being manipulated, especially using his mother as leverage.

He leaned forward. The physical pressure radiating from him made it hard for Haleigh to pull air into her lungs.

"Do not think I am stupid," Fabian said softly. "I know exactly what the old woman wants. She wants an heir to secure the board."

Fabian stared directly into Haleigh's eyes. "If you try any dirty tricks to get pregnant, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you."

The word "scraped" hit Haleigh like a physical punch to the gut. All the blood drained from her face. Her hand shot to her stomach, pressing hard against her abdomen.

Fabian's eyes snapped down to her hand. His gaze sharpened. "Are you already pregnant?"

Haleigh's heart hammered frantically against her ribs. Cold sweat broke out across her back. She forced herself to look back into his terrifying black eyes.

"No," Haleigh lied. She forced a bitter smile. "I ate something bad this morning. Besides, who would want to have a child with a monster?"

The insult landed. Fabian's jaw clenched. He grabbed the bone-china teacup next to him and hurled it at the floor near her feet.

The cup shattered. Boiling hot tea splashed across Haleigh's bare ankle. The pain was sharp and immediate, making her leg jerk involuntarily as the scalding liquid burned her skin. But she bit her inner lip so hard she tasted copper, forcing herself to remain seated. She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry out.

Fabian glared at her. "Add an NDA to the stack," he snapped at the lawyer. "If she ever speaks of this marriage, sue her for a hundred million dollars."

The lawyer quickly produced the Non-Disclosure Agreement and handed Haleigh a pen.

Haleigh knew if she didn't sign something, she wouldn't leave this room. Her hand trembled as she signed her name on the NDA. But she pushed the annulment papers back.

"Legal procedures take time," Haleigh said, keeping her voice steady. "I need one week to pack my things and find a place to live."

Fabian closed his eyes in disgust. He waved his hand dismissively, like he was swatting away a fly. "Get out of my sight."

Haleigh turned and walked out the door. The second the heavy wood clicked shut behind her, her knees buckled. She leaned against the hallway wall, gasping for air.

She pressed both hands against her flat stomach. She was in terrible danger. She had to get the blood test results from the clinic today. If she was pregnant, she had to run before Fabian found out.

The next morning, Haleigh walked to the top of the grand staircase.

A horrible, desperate scream echoed up from the foyer.

Haleigh looked down. Fabian sat in a wheelchair at the base of the stairs. Two massive bodyguards had Cleon pinned face-down on the marble floor.

Fabian's assistant was reading from a tablet. "Embezzlement of corporate funds. Attempted bribery of board members during Mr. Blackburn's coma."

Fabian's face was carved from ice. "Freeze his trust accounts. Cancel all his credit lines."

Cleon thrashed on the floor, crying hysterically. "Uncle Fabian, please! I'm sorry! Don't cut me off!"

Fabian looked down at him with absolute disgust. "Break his leg. Throw him out the front gates."

One of the bodyguards raised a heavy steel baton and brought it down hard on Cleon's right calf.

The loud, wet snap of bone breaking echoed through the massive hall. Cleon shrieked in agony.

Haleigh's stomach lurched. She gripped the wooden banister to keep from falling. She hated Cleon, but watching Fabian dispense brutal, lawless violence terrified her to her core.

Fabian slowly turned his head. His dark eyes locked onto Haleigh standing on the stairs.

The corner of his mouth twitched up into a cruel, warning smirk. He was showing her exactly what happened to people who crossed him.

Haleigh looked away, her whole body trembling. She hurried down the back stairs and slipped out the side door of the estate.

She took a taxi straight to the boutique clinic in Manhattan. She sat in the VIP waiting room, aggressively flipping the pages of an old Vogue magazine just to give her shaking hands something to do.

Dr. Payne walked in. He closed the door and locked it. His face was grave.

He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose. "Your HCG levels have doubled beautifully. The IVF was a complete success. You are pregnant."

The word "success" hit Haleigh like a bolt of lightning. Her brain short-circuited.

She took the thin sheet of paper from him. The positive result glared up at her.

Fabian's voice echoed in her head: I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you.

Haleigh shot up from the chair. The legs scraped harshly against the floor. "You have to terminate it. Right now. Schedule the abortion."

Dr. Payne looked shocked. "Mrs. Blackburn, I cannot do that. This embryo is incredibly valuable. Mrs. Berneice gave strict orders-"

"If I have this baby, that man will kill me!" Haleigh hissed, her voice cracking with panic.

Dr. Payne looked at her with deep pity. "Haleigh, look at your chart. Your uterine lining is dangerously thin. If we perform a surgical abortion right now, the scarring will be severe. You will likely be infertile for the rest of your life."

The medical truth acted like a bucket of ice water over Haleigh's head. The frantic need to destroy the evidence vanished.

She fell back into the chair. She buried her face in her hands. Hot tears leaked through her fingers and dripped onto her lap.

Taking away her right to ever be a mother was a punishment worse than death. She realized, with a sickening drop in her stomach, that she couldn't kill the life inside her.

Haleigh aggressively wiped her tears away. Her eyes hardened. She looked up at the doctor. "You cannot tell anyone about this."

"The system automatically updates the family portal," Dr. Payne said nervously.

"Under HIPAA law, I am your patient. You work for me, not Berneice," Haleigh demanded, her voice turning lethal. "Change the system status to 'Pending' or I will have your medical license revoked."

Dr. Payne sighed and nodded. "I can hide it for now. But your stomach will grow. You can't hide it forever."

Haleigh folded the real lab report and shoved it deep into the hidden zipper of her purse. It felt like she was carrying a live bomb.

She walked out of the clinic. The cold Manhattan wind hit her face. She needed a plan. She needed cash. She had to run.

Haleigh's taxi pulled up to a rundown rowhouse in Brooklyn. She needed to get her mother, Maureen, out of there before she disappeared.

Before Haleigh even reached the front porch, she heard the shrill, nasty screaming coming through the cracked front door.

"You are pathetic!" Aunt Patty yelled. "Your daughter sells her body to a billionaire, and she's still getting thrown out on the street!"

Haleigh pushed the door open.

Patty was standing in the cramped living room, pointing a finger in Maureen's face. Maureen was crying, begging her sister to stop. Patty kicked Maureen's cheap suitcase. It popped open, spilling faded sweaters all over the dirty floor.

"Take your whore of a daughter and go sleep in the gutter!" Patty spat.

The blood rushed to Haleigh's head. Pure, blinding anger took over.

She slammed the front door against the wall. The loud bang made both women jump.

Haleigh marched into the room and pulled her mother behind her. She glared at Patty with eyes that could cut glass.

Patty flinched, then crossed her arms. "What? Did the rich boy finally kick you out?"

Haleigh didn't say a word. She unzipped her purse, pulled out a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills—the miserable "relocation allowance" Berneice had wired into an account under Haleigh's name when she signed the marriage contract, money she had been too afraid to touch because it felt like a leash—and now she had no choice but to use it. She threw the stack directly at Patty's face.

The heavy stack smacked Patty in the nose before bursting apart. Hundreds of bills rained down around her feet.

"That is rent for this disgusting doghouse," Haleigh said, her voice dripping with venom. "Do not ever speak to my mother again."

Patty's eyes went wide with greed. She dropped to her knees and started frantically gathering the cash, completely forgetting her insults.

Haleigh grabbed her mother's hand and walked out.

An hour later, Haleigh settled Maureen into a cheap but secure apartment on the edge of Manhattan. Maureen looked worried. "Haleigh, are you in trouble?"

"I'm fine, Mom," Haleigh lied, forcing a bright smile. "Fabian treats me well." She couldn't let her mother, who had high blood pressure, know she was pregnant and running for her life.

As soon as Maureen fell asleep, Haleigh stared at the door of the small apartment. She could run. Right now. Grab her mother and disappear into a bus station. But her passport was in the guest room safe at the Blackburn estate. Her mother's medical records were still registered under the family's insurance. Running without documents would get them caught within forty-eight hours, and Fabian had made it clear what happened to people who tried to leave him.

She took a cab back to the oppressive Blackburn estate. She had to retrieve her documents and erase her digital trail before she could disappear for good.

She locked herself in her guest room and pulled out her battered, second-hand laptop.

Before her father's illness had forced her into medical school to understand his condition, she had been on a completely different path. She stared at the worn keys, remembering the nights she spent building firewalls and cracking codes instead of studying anatomy. She had buried her computer science talents to play the devoted daughter, and later, the obedient bride, but right now, those old skills were her only lifeline. Her skills were more than ordinary—she had been good once, before years away from the keyboard had left her rusty and unsure— and she booted up the encrypted browser and logged into a dark web freelance forum.

She found a bounty: $100,000 to fix a corrupted database for a European tech firm. It was enough cash to disappear.

She opened the coding terminal.

Suddenly, a violent wave of nausea hit her. Haleigh clamped a hand over her mouth, sprinted into the small bathroom, and dropped to her knees. She dry-heaved into the toilet until her ribs ached.

Cold sweat soaked her shirt. The morning sickness was brutal.

She washed her face with cold water and stared at her pale reflection. Time was running out. She needed that money tonight.

She walked back to her desk. Just as she touched the keyboard, the laptop emitted a high-pitched, screeching beep. The screen flickered violently, then went completely black. A faint smell of burning plastic rose from the keyboard.

The motherboard was fried.

Haleigh stared at the dead screen in absolute horror. The deadline for the job was in three hours. If she defaulted, her anonymous account would be permanently banned. She would have nothing.