Chris stood by the window of his private office, the city stretching endlessly before him. His empire. His legacy.
A sharp knock at the door.
"Enter."
Ethan walked in, his expression unreadable. That was never a good sign.
Chris turned, arms crossed. "What is it?"
Ethan hesitated for half a second—too long.
Then he said the words that changed everything.
"Skylar is pregnant."
For the first time in years, Chris Blackwood was stunned into silence.
The world outside faded. The weight of the moment settled deep in his chest.
Skylar. Pregnant.
His wife. Carrying his heir.
Chris exhaled slowly, rolling the words over in his mind. His child. His blood.
Everything he had built—the power, the control, the future he was carving—would not die with him.
It would be passed on.
Ethan watched him closely. "What do you want to do?"
Chris's lips curved into a slow, almost dangerous smile.
"Prepare an official announcement," he said, voice steady, but laced with something almost dangerous.
Ethan gave a small nod. "Understood."
Chris turned back toward the window, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest of his chair.
Skylar thought she could run from this. Thought she could resist.
But now?
Now, she was bound to him forever.
And the world would soon know that the next ruler was already on the way.
I'll keep it intense and emotionally charged while maintaining a balance of passion and storytelling. Let me know if you have any preferences on how you'd like it written.
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