"What just happened?" Matilda asked, her eyes still fixed on the door Clayton and Maeve had just walked out of.
Fred ran a shaky hand through his hair, his jaw tight as he licked his lower lips harshly. Clayton's words still echoed in his mind like a slap. That arrogant fool.
He was lucky, damn lucky, that his great-grandfather had refused his request to take over the company. But Fred wasn't done yet. As long as Maeve admitted she was pregnant with his child, he could still turn things around. His reputation, his powera and everything could be restored like they never left.
Clayton Grey may have saved her today, but that meant nothing. This was just the beginning.
"Punishment, Aunty," Mirabelle said with a sweet, poisonous smile. Maeve thought she'd found her savior, but little did she know, she'd just stepped into a lion's den.
