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    Hayley exhaled, visibly relieved. She sat beside me and ced a reassuring hand on mine. “Good. I was worried, but you nned this well, Molly. Two nes—one real, one fake. Even if she uncovered something, you’de out clean.”


    I smirked, my eyes narrowing with contempt. “What did she expect? I’d hand over an expensive ne to Lily? Please. Lily’s nothing more than a pawn in this game.”


    Hayley chuckled, nodding in agreement. “So, what’s the next move?”


    I absentmindedly ran a hand over my slightly swollen belly, the anger slowly giving way to calcted calm.


    “There’s no question about it. Makenna has to go. The sooner I get rid of her, the sooner Prince yton will be mine—entirely mine. And no one will stand in the way of what’s best for me and my child.”


    Hayley’s smile faltered, and she leaned in, lowering her voice. “But… the baby isn’t his, Molly. And we’re nearly out of the magic potion. What if yton couldn’t sense his connection with the baby? What if he finds out the truth?”


    Her words struck me like ice water, and I shot to my feet, pacing the room. “We just need to make it until the baby is born. Once the baby is born, everything will fall into ce, won’t it?”


    But Hayley wasn’t convinced. Her nervous eyes followed my every movement. “And… what if that man—what if hees back? What if he finds out the truth?”


    The mention of him made my blood freeze, my heart darkening with hate.


    “Him?” I scoffed bitterly, clenching my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. “I belong to Prince yton now. Even if Antoni Harrison is the eldest son of the Harrison family and future Beta, who cares? Does he dare defy a Lycan prince?” But even as I spoke, memories I had long buried wed their way back, refusing to be silenced.


    Back then, I was nothing—just a servant to Kristina, trying to keep my family afloat in desperate times.


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    To the world, she was a vision of beauty and poise, but behind closed doors, she was cruel. If she wasn’t ordering me around, she was hitting me. I took it all—the beatings, the insults, the endless torment—because I believed, foolishly, that enduring her wrath would somehow save my family.


    I had no idea how wrong I was.


    The real nightmare began the day I met her brother, Antoni. On the surface, he was charming, a perfect heir. But behind that polished exterior, he was a monster—a sadist who reveled in others’ pain.


    If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be in this mess. I wouldn’t be carrying a child I wish had never existed.


    Molly’s POV:


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    It was three years ago, just after Kristina’s birthday party. Once the festivities ended, everyone retreated to their rooms, leaving me alone downstairs to clean up. I had just finished clearing thest of the dishes when I turned and bumped straight into Antoni, who had juste in from outside. I gasped. “I’m so sorry! I’m sorry!” I bowed my head, almost stumbling in panic.


    Antoni didn’t say a word, but his eyes trailed down to my slightly open cor.


    I hadn’t even realized it—Kristina had tugged it earlier when I helped her drunken self stumble back to her room. In my rush to get back downstairs, I hadn’t bothered to fix it.


    Heat rushed to my face as Antoni’s gaze lingered. Embarrassment, frustration, and fear swirled inside me, but I didn’t dare to speak. Not to him. Not with who he was. Quickly, I adjusted my cor, gave a small, stiff bow, and made a move to leave.


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