Mr. Meyer

Yazahib's gaze pierced through her defenses, refusing to accept what she'd become. "He means nothing—you know it's me you truly want," he whispered, drowning in the depth of those brown eyes that haunted his every breath. The connection between them burned with an intensity no time could diminish.

"That's not true anymore. I love him now, and you were just the billionaire I needed then." Her words struck like bullets, yet when their skin touched, electricity coursed through them both—a reminder of what they'd never truly escaped. Yazahib Meyer was back, determined to reclaim what had always been his. But his closest ally had become his fiercest rival.

Everything shifted in an instant. "I'm pregnant."