I understood why Camilla chose a hospital under the Bolton Group.
She had worked there for years. Too many favors were owed to her name. In a place like that, a report could be shaped as easily as clay.
At barely two months along, there were no obvious signs yet. No curve. No glow. Just faint sickness and a carefully timed weakness. Enough to sell the lie.
Yenik didn't love her. Anyone with instincts could feel that. But hunger for status can drown out common sense. His elders valued heirs more than loyalty, and he knew it. With two older brothers and a sister standing above him, this was his chance to climb. First child. First claim. First bite at power.
So he fell for it.
Once he believed she carried his future, his entire posture changed. His shoulders straightened. His voice grew louder. His hand stayed firmly at her waist, as if staking ground.
Camilla knew how to use that. Soft looks. Lowered lashes. A fragile smile. She'd been doing this her whole life.
