Amelia sat on the edge of her bed, both hands resting protectively on her stomach. The doctor's words from earlier that day kept replaying in her head like a haunting song.

"You're six weeks pregnant."

Her heart still throbbed with disbelief. Pregnant. And not just with anyone's child, but with Adrian's...her sister's fiancé.

A tear slipped down her cheek as she buried her face in her palms. How could she explain this? How could she destroy her sister's happiness? Serena deserved the world. She was beautiful, kind, and had always been the perfect daughter. And Amelia... Amelia had made the one mistake that could ruin everything.

She thought of Adrian...Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. She hated him, but at the same time, her heart betrayed her.

This is wrong, she told herself again. This child should not exist. But it does.

Her phone buzzed suddenly, jolting her out of her thoughts. She picked it up and saw a text from Serena.

Serena: "Dinner tomorrow with Adrian and his parents. Don't be late."

Her stomach twisted. Dinner? With Adrian sitting right across from her, pretending like nothing happened? Could she even handle it? She wanted to throw her phone across the room, but instead, she typed back with shaky hands.

Amelia: "Of course. I'll be there."

She placed the phone down and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep didn't come easy that night. Every time she drifted off, she saw Adrian's face, felt his touch, and remembered the secret now growing inside her.

******

Amelia dressed carefully for dinner. She chose a simple black dress that flowed loosely, hoping it would hide the faint changes in her body. Her stomach wasn't showing yet, but she felt as though everyone would see the truth written on her face.

Downstairs, Serena was radiant, as always.and her smile was so bright it almost hurt Amelia to look at her.

"You look pale," Serena said, frowning a little. "Are you okay?"

Amelia forced a smile. "I'm fine. Just tired from work."

Serena reached over and squeezed her hand. "Don't push yourself too hard. I need you by my side when I become Mrs. Adrian Knight."

The words stabbed Amelia like a knife. Mrs. Adrian Knight. The title her sister would soon have. The man Amelia should never have touched.

They arrived at the luxurious Knight mansion for dinner. The grand dining hall glittered with chandeliers, silver cutlery, and polished marble floors. Adrian was already there, dressed in a sharp black suit that made him look even more intimidating. His dark eyes locked on Amelia the second she walked in.

Her breath caught. His gaze didn't soften. If anything, it hardened, as if he was silently reminding her that their secret bound them together now.

"Good evening," Adrian said politely, his voice steady but his eyes burning into Amelia's.

Serena rushed to his side and kissed his cheek, completely unaware of the storm between them. Adrian's parents greeted everyone warmly, and soon they all sat at the long dining table.

The meal was exquisite....but Amelia couldn't taste a thing. She kept her eyes on her plate, afraid that if she looked up, someone would see the truth written in her eyes.

But she could feel Adrian's stare on her. It was suffocating.

At one point, Serena leaned close to whisper to Amelia. "He's perfect, isn't he? I'm the luckiest woman alive."

Amelia's chest tightened so hard she thought she might choke. She forced a nod and smiled, but inside she was screaming.

When dessert was finally served, Adrian excused himself to step outside for air. Amelia tried to ignore him, but when her phone buzzed in her lap, her heart skipped a beat.

Adrian: "Meet me outside. Now."

Her hands shook. She glanced at Serena, who was busy chatting with Adrian's mother, then quietly slipped away.

Outside in the garden, the night was cool and fragrant with roses. Adrian stood beneath the moonlight, his tall figure casting a long shadow.

The moment Amelia approached, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close.

"You've been avoiding me," he said in a low, harsh tone.

Amelia yanked her hand back. "What do you expect, Adrian? Pretend nothing happened? Pretend we didn't make the biggest mistake of our lives?"

His jaw clenched. "A mistake? Is that what you call it?"

"Yes!" she snapped, though her voice trembled. "You belong to my sister, Adrian. Whatever happened between us... it can't happen again. so can you just make me comfortable!,stop staring at me adrain

His eyes darkened. He stepped closer, so close that she could feel his breath against her skin. "You think you can just erase that night? You think I can forget the way you looked at me, the way you trembled under my touch? Don't lie to yourself, Amelia. You feel it too."

Her heart raced, but she forced herself to look him in the eye. "Stop it. Just stop. I'm not like Serena. I don't want your world, your power, or your games. Stay away from me."

For a moment, silence hung between them, heavy and dangerous. Then Adrian's gaze dropped...slowly...down to her stomach.

Amelia froze. Had he noticed? Could he already tell?

His voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper. "You're hiding something."

Amelia's blood ran cold. She shook her head quickly. "You're imagining things. I have nothing to hide."

But his sharp eyes searched her face, and she knew he wasn't convinced.

"You can't lie to me," Adrian said firmly. "Whatever secret you're keeping, Amelia... I'll find out."

Before she could reply, Serena's cheerful voice called from inside. "Amelia! Where are you?"

Amelia stepped back quickly, her chest heaving. Adrian's eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, then he turned and walked away, leaving her trembling in the moonlit garden.

She pressed a hand over her stomach, her mind spinning.

How much longer could she keep this secret?

How much longer until Adrian...and Serena...discovered the truth?

Amelia sat in the hospital waiting area. She had come alone, quietly, not wanting anyone to notice. She had already heard the truth once, but part of her prayed it had been a mistake. Maybe the doctor had been wrong. Maybe she wasn't pregnant after all.

But deep down, she knew. The constant nausea, the heaviness in her body, the sleepless nights-it was all real. Six weeks pregnant. The words kept echoing in her head.

When the nurse called her name, she rose slowly, and followed into the consultation room. The doctor greeted her kindly, flipping through her file, asking questions about her symptoms. Amelia tried to answer, but her mind was clouded with fear. She pressed a hand to her stomach as if she could somehow hide the secret growing inside her.

Then the door opened.

The room seemed to freeze. Amelia turned her head, and her heart stopped.

Adrian Knight stepped inside.

dressed in a sharp black suit that looked like it cost more than the hospital itself. His presence filled the room. The doctor immediately rose to his feet, startled, and the nurse lowered her eyes as if afraid to meet his gaze.

"Mr. Knight," the doctor greeted nervously.

Adrian didn't even glance at him. His eyes were locked on Amelia. His gaze was heavy, suffocating, as though he could see every secret she tried to hide.

"Adrian..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

He didn't answer her. He simply moved forward and took the chair beside her. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous.

"Run a pregnancy test," he ordered coldly.

The doctor blinked. "Sir?"

"I said, run a test."

Amelia shot to her feet. "No!" Her voice cracked as panic filled her chest. "Adrian, you can't do this!"

His eyes snapped to hers, hard as steel. His voice was calm, but there was no mercy in it. "Sit down."

Her knees weakened under the weight of his authority.

The doctor cleared his throat, hesitating. "Sir, I-"

'He looked at him with a calculating gaze, his expression unreadable.. "You work in my city. In my hospital. Do what I said, or by tomorrow you will not have a job."

The doctor plead and nodded quickly. "Yes, Mr. Knight."

Amelia's stomach twisted. "Please," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "Adrian, don't do this."

He leaned back in the chair, calm and unmoved. "If you have nothing to hide, then you have nothing to fear."

The test was done. Amelia sat frozen, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her fingers digging into her dress. Each passing moment made her anxiety worse. Adrian sat silently beside her, his powerful presence filling every inch of space. He didn't look away from her once, watching her closely.

Minutes later, the doctor returned. He held a paper in his hand, his face uneasy. Without a word, he handed it to Adrian.

Adrian unfolded it slowly. He read it. The silence was crushing.

Then, at last, he looked up.

"Six weeks gone," he said, his voice low and sharp. His eyes pierced hers, cold and knowing. "Pregnant... with my child?"

Amelia's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I..." Her throat closed. She shook her head weakly, but no words came.

Adrian folded the paper with slow precision and slid it into the pocket of his suit. Then he rose to his full height, towering over her.

"Follow me."

"Adrian, please-"

"Now." His voice was soft, but it carried the weight of command.

Her legs shook as she stood. She wanted to run, but his gaze told her there was nowhere in the world she could hide.

Outside, a sleek black car waited. The driver opened the door without a word. Adrian gestured, and Amelia climbed in. She sank into the leather seat, her body trembling. The door shut, locking her inside with him.

The drive was silent. His silence was worse than shouting. It was as if he was deciding her fate in his head.

Amelia pressed her hand against her stomach, her breath shallow. She wanted to speak, to beg him to leave her alone, but her lips refused to move.

When the car finally stopped, she looked up and felt her chest tighten. His mansion. A towering fortress of glass and stone, cold and intimidating.

"Inside," Adrian ordered.

She hesitated for only a moment before obeying. The driver opened the grand doors, and Amelia stepped into the dark, luxurious space. Expensive art lined the walls, the marble floors gleamed, and everything smelled of power and wealth. But to Amelia, it felt like a cage.

Adrian led her into his private study, a large room with shelves of books, a heavy desk, and tall windows that overlooked the city. He closed the door behind them with a sharp thud that echoed through the room.

Then he turned.

"Now talk." His voice was calm, but his eyes burned with fire. "What were you planning on doing with my child?"

Amelia swallowed hard, her lips trembling. "Nothing, Adrian."

"Nothing?" His laugh was cold, without humor. He stepped closer, each movement slow and dangerous. "You sneak around, hiding doctor visits, acting guilty-and you call that nothing? What are you up to?"

Her chest heaved. Tears blurred her vision. Finally, the words burst out of her. "I'm... I'm aborting it!"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Adrian's expression darkened instantly. His hand slammed against the wall beside her, making her jump. He leaned in close, trapping her in his shadow.

"What did you say?" His voice was low.

Amelia's tears spilled. "I can't do this, Adrian! I can't destroy Serena's life! I can't carry this child-it's wrong!"

His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with fury. He leaned so close she could feel his breath.

"You think you have a choice?" he snapped. "You think you can erase my blood from this world? Over my dead body."

Her sobs broke through. "It's not just about you! It's my life too!"

Adrian's hand shot out and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. His hold was strong, unyielding. "From the moment you let me touch you, your life stopped belonging to you. That child is mine. And I will never allow you to kill it."

His voice was cold, merciless, final.

Amelia's body shook with fear. She pressed her hand protectively over her stomach, realizing the truth. Adrian wasn't just Serena's fiancé. He wasn't just a billionaire. He was a man who always got what he wanted, no matter who he had to destroy.

And now he wanted her. And the child inside her.

Amelia's tears fell harder as she stared at him, trapped. Her secret was no longer hers. Adrian had claimed it, just as he had claimed her fate.