Chapter 279: Secrets in the Dark (Skylar’s POV)

Chris stood close—too close. His touch was always deliberate, always asserting his control, a silent reminder of what she now belonged to.

Skylar didn't move. She kept her breathing steady, even as his fingers traced along her jawline, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

"Are you afraid of me?" His voice was low, controlled.

She didn't blink. "Should I be?"

A smirk ghosted across his lips. "That depends on how much you plan to resist."

She swallowed back the response that burned on her tongue. Because the truth was, she wasn't afraid of Chris Blackwood.

She was afraid of what he would do if he found out.

He studied her for a moment before stepping back, unbuttoning his cuffs. "Get some rest. Tomorrow, we begin the transition."

"The transition?" she echoed.

Chris loosened his tie, his confidence unwavering. "America has had its republic long enough." He turned to face her fully. "Now, it will have a monarchy."

Skylar's fingers curled into the fabric of her dress. He was really doing it. The nation was no longer just his to control—it was his to own.

And with her at his side, he would ensure the next ruler came from his bloodline.

She inhaled sharply. Her hand instinctively brushed against her stomach. The secret she carried was growing.

Chris's eyes flickered to her fingers. Too sharp. Too observant.

"You seem lost in thought, Skylar."

She forced a small smile. "Just taking it all in."

Chris stepped closer again, tilting his head slightly as he searched her face. Testing her.

Then he brushed a kiss against her forehead—unexpectedly soft, but no less possessive.

"Good," he murmured. "Because this is only the beginning."

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