AUTHORS POV

A few weeks had gone by and Tessa’s patience was beginning to thin out as she noticed her baby bump was beginning to grow.

That very day, Midnight found the Lorenzo estate draped in an almost suffocating silence. Once-proud lamps flickered in the hallways, their glow dim against the vast darkness of Monterrey’s streets.

Tessa crept through her bedroom door, feeling the cool jade tiles under bare feet. Her silk robes swished quietly as she moved, each step measured, each breath controlled as she took strides after strides.

The house seemed empty—Mariana and the remaining staff long since retired, and Pedro’s deep breathing echoed faintly from the lounge,...