**she's mine/ the rage in his eyes**

The air in his lungs freed itself like prisoners during an unplanned escape as the horrid reality of her pregnancy became clear to him. He staggered back, his body seizing in a brutal grip of shock. 

"She... she... she..." The words felt foreign on his tongue, suffocating him before they could fully form. A sharp, piercing pain shot through his shoulders as his muscles constricted, trapping him in place like a statue carved from agony. His eyes, wide and haunted, locked onto the pregnancy test discarded on the floor like a silent accusation.

"There's a probability you won't or likely get a lady pregnant, Mr. Dragons." The cold recollection of those words clawed at his mind. The doctor's voice had been clinical, detached, offering him nothing but a verdict of despair. Yet here it was—undeniable proof that life had defied the odds. 

His lips parted in a shuddering breath. "I have a baby... My baby. I am not infertile—I actually have a baby." His voice wavered, torn between disbelief and raw exhilaration. His chest tightened as excitement gleamed beneath his smile. "I can't believe it... She—she is pregnant with my child."

The realization sent a jolt through his core, but it was followed by a cold, merciless tide that extinguished his fleeting joy. His expression drained of all color, his heart plummeting into the abyss of regret and self-inflicted torment. He had sent her away. He had let her go.

A trembling hand reached for his cell phone, his pulse hammering violently against his skin. His fingers ached as he dialed the only person he trusted to fix this mess. The call rang once. Twice. Then—

"Boss, I have—"

"Find Araya Kathryn Elizabeth Stewart! Find my sex doll! Find my baby!" His roar shattered the silence, a tempest of desperation and fury. His entire being burned with an uncontrollable rage, the kind that only festered in men who had lost everything. "You have forty-eight hours, Jack. Do not fail me."

Jack was silent for a beat, the weight of the command settling heavily over the line. "Understood."

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**Araya**

"I can't believe you're actually going to marry Mr. Yang, Ara. It's like a dream come true!" Ash's voice was light, filled with giddy excitement as she popped a nut into her mouth. 

"Everything is moving too fast. Unexpectedly fast." I sighed, fingers absently folding the baby clothes strewn across my bed. 

"I am marrying him, Ash, because *you* set up the blind date in the first place," I reminded her with a faint smirk. "And the wedding is at the end of January. He wants me to get acquainted with his family first, and we'll be moving in with him."

Ash pointed a nut at me, her eyes narrowing. "And you're sure this is what you want?" There was a flicker of something in her gaze—concern, doubt, perhaps jealousy. 

"That Mr. Yang, I love him so much," she continued, her voice dripping with admiration. "And as if that wasn't enough, you'll be living in his mansion. Finally, we can leave this place! Give me one reason why women wouldn't fall head over heels for him?"

I groaned, zipping my blue bag. "We've had this conversation a million times, Ash. If you like him so much, why don't *you* accept him on my behalf?"

"I know, I know, sister." She theatrically clasped her hands, feigning excitement. "Unfortunately, it's *you* he wants, and I'm happy that you can finally be happy."

Her words settled over me like a suffocating veil. Happy. Was I happy? 

"This Mr. Yang—it's too good to be true," she murmured, watching me carefully. 

I sank onto the bed, reaching for my phone. I needed to thank him for the clothes, needed to hear his voice to remind myself that this was real, that this was a future I had chosen. 

"At least you get what you want now without whining," Ash teased, crunching on another nut. "Do you love him?"

I hesitated, then shrugged. 

She understood my silence, choosing to drop the subject. "Even if what you feel right now isn't love, I'm sure you'll love him eventually. You'll be spending Christmas with his family, right?"

I shook my head firmly. "That... I'm not sure about. I feel scared about meeting his family."

Ash scoffed. "And why should you? He loves you. He accepted you and your baby. What makes you think his family won't do the same?"

"Accept a pregnant woman who has marks all over her body? Huff! You must be kidding, Ash." I huffed, dialing his number. 

"No, I'm not. He loves you, and I know it. You know it. Everyone knows it. And to prove it, he's introducing you as the next director of his company in South Korea. What more do you need?" She picked up another handful of nuts, adjusting her shirt. "You better make up your mind now, or it'll be too late."

Before I could respond, his voice came through the line. "Hope you liked the dresses for our little daughter."

Oh, my goodness. I blushed. Ash's mouth opened, but I gestured for her to stay quiet. 

"Why aren't you talking? Don't you like them? I can send someone over to get a new selection." He sounded genuinely worried.

"I love them, Yang. They're beautiful. She'll look like a little fairy in that pink dress."

A relieved sigh echoed from the other end. "That's good, honey. I'm glad you like them." A pause. "Kath, darling, there's a party tonight at the office. I was wondering if you'd come. No pressure, of course, if you don't want to. I just think it'll help you get acquainted with more of my business partners. And I promise it'll be fun—plus, I made sure your favorite dishes will be there."

He paused, his tone softening. "But I'll understand if you don't want to go. After all, you're pregnant."

My eyes widened. He never ceased to amaze me. Did he think I would refuse him? No, I couldn't. He was right—I needed to immerse myself in his world if I was to be his wife. 

"Yes, I'll come. What time and where?"

Pregnancy hormones. I groaned, pressing my hand to my belly. Almost nine months in, and I was still overwhelmed with mood swings. 

"Nine..."

"Nine?" I repeated, my gaze snapping to the clock. 7:30. Panic bubbled within me. How would I be ready in time?

"Don't panic. I'll send someone to help."

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** Dragons POV**

"Boss, we found her!…"

The words sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. I sprang up from my office chair, the excitement surging through me like wildfire. Finally. I had been waiting for this moment, yearning for it, needing it like air.

Jack was the only one I trusted for personal matters. He was both intelligent and the best tracker in the world. If anyone could find her, it was him.

"Really?" My voice was sharp, eager, dripping with dangerous anticipation.

There was a moment of silence before Jack cleared his throat. "Yes, boss. She's in Korea… living well."

Something about his tone made my skin prickle. He was hesitating. Why? My instincts kicked in. "Cut the bullshit, Jack. What is it?" My voice came out like a low growl, deadly and impatient.

Jack inhaled sharply, and when he spoke, his voice was laced with unease. "She's heavily pregnant… and engaged to Yang, the billionaire tech mogul. She's currently getting ready for a dinner party hosted by him."

The room turned deathly silent.

My pulse pounded against my skull, drowning out every other sound. The air became thick, suffocating.

Pregnant with my child?

And Marrying another man?

For a moment, my mind blanked. It was as if my entire existence had been swallowed by a black hole. Then, a slow, burning rage curled in my gut, creeping up my chest until it clawed at my throat, desperate to be unleashed.

I gritted my teeth so hard I felt my jaw ache. My hands trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer fury building inside me.

She was mine.

Mine.

Mine alone.

Her body, her soul, her very existence belonged to me. She had no right—no fucking right—to do this. To betray me. To marry another man carrying my child? To stand beside another man? To smile, to love, to live a life that did not revolve around me?

A sharp, bitter laugh tore from my throat, hollow and menacing. I slammed my fist against the desk, sending everything crashing to the floor. Papers fluttered, a glass shattered, but none of it mattered. My world was already breaking, crumbling into a twisted abyss where only vengeance existed.

I had spent months yearning for her, craving her. The mere thought of her slipping through my fingers, of her slipping into someone else's bed, burned me from the inside out.

No.

I wouldn't allow it.

She was running, trying to build a life without me—but she should have known better.

"You think you can escape me?" I murmured to myself, my voice a dark promise laced with venom. "You think you can replace me? Carry another man's name ? Stand beside him like you belong to him?"

My lips curled into a smirk—cold, cruel, filled with pure malice.

She was a fool if she thought I would ever let that happen.

I grabbed my phone and barked into the receiver. "Jackson, get the boys. It's time to play a little game."

A twisted satisfaction curled inside me as I envisioned what was to come.

"I won't let that marriage happen." My voice was dark, full of finality.

She would never belong to another man.

If she wouldn't come back willingly, I would drag her back myself.

One way or another…

She would be mine again.