?Chapter 677:


    He was so deep inside me from that angle.


    My cries filled the air, a symphony of surrender and need. His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me back to meet each powerful thrust.


    His movements grew faster, more erratic, his passion leaving me utterly overwhelmed. Each thrust shattered myposure, his thick shaft breaking through every barrier, iming me entirely.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Dominic was relentless, exhausting me again and again until I was utterly spent.


    It felt as if every ounce of strength had been drained from my body—even my voice was hoarse from moaning. Only when I was truly at my limit did he finally stop.


    Frustrated, I raised a trembling hand, aiming a p at his face. But he was faster—he caught my wrist with ease, a mischievous chuckle escaping his lips.


    “Don’t be mad,” he teased, his eyes gleaming with that roguish charm. “I just missed you too much.”


    Before I could respond, he leaned in, stealing another kiss.


    “You scoundrel!” I pushed him away, my face burning with anxiety and exasperation. “I don’t have time for this! Tell me about Antoni!”


    Dominic’s yful smirk faded, his demeanor shifting to something more serious.


    “I’ve been digging into the cliff incident for a while now. But I haven’t found out who was behind it. I looked at Antoni from every angle, but nothing suspicious has turned up.”


    His words struck me like a cold wave. My shoulders slumped as disappointment seeped into my bones.


    “How can that be?” I murmured, more to myself than to him. “I know in my heart Antoni is connected to my baby’s death. He was at the hospital the day I gave birth—I’m certain of it.”


    Dominic nodded thoughtfully.


    “You’re right—he was there. I looked into it. He visited that night, but he only stayed for a minute to ask about your condition before leaving. With the timing, it’s unlikely hemitted any crime.”


    A wave of disappointment crashed over me, leaving behind a bitter taste of defeat.


    “Then why? Why does he keep targeting me?”


    Dominic hesitated, his gaze sharpening as if he were piecing something together. Then, his voice dropped.


    “There is… something else.”


    I snapped my head up. Clinging to hope like a drowning woman to driftwood, I desperately grabbed his sleeve.


    “What is it? Tell me!”


    He patted my hand gently, as if to temper my growing excitement.


    “Antoni owns arge horse farm, and one of his servants recently had a child—a boy. But that child was born over ten days after your baby.”


    His words struck me like a thunderp, and I froze.


    “Could it… Could it have something to do with my baby?”


    As the thought sank in, a terrible realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. My body stiffened, and I grabbed Dominic’s sleeve, trembling.


    “Dominic, could that child be… mine?”


    The possibility lodged itself in my heart, growing with each frantic beat. Before I could think, my body moved on instinct, rushing for the door, intent on heading straight to the horse farm.


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