Page 229 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

The next morning, I woke to silence.

My sisters had left late the night before, their warnings still echoing in my head. I’d barely slept, tossing and turning in the unfamiliar bed, my mind replaying every conversation, every choice, every moment that had led me here.

I made coffee in the kitchen, standing at the counter in my robe, staring out at the small backyard through the window. The fence needed painting. The grass needed cutting. But it was mine.

That thought should have brought comfort.

Instead, it felt fragile. Temporary.

Like everything I’d built could be taken away at any moment.

I was halfway through my second cup when I heard the front door open.

Not a knock.

Not a doorbell.

Just the sound of the door swinging open, followed by heavy footsteps in my hallway.

My heart slammed into my throat.

I set the coffee cup down carefully, my hands trembling, and turned toward the kitchen doorway just as a man appeared.

He was tall—maybe 6’2—with broad shoulders and a presence that filled the entire space. His skin was deep brown, his hair long like Amai’s and graying at the temples. He wore a tailored navy suit that probably cost more than my rent, and his eyes—dark, calculating, cold—swept over me with the kind of assessment that made my skin crawl.

I knew who he was before he even spoke.

Winston Landry.

I had taken my sisters’ advice and started looking into the Landry family on the internet.

“You must be Truth,” he said, his voice smooth and low, like velvet wrapped around a blade.

I forced myself to stand straighter, to meet his gaze even though every instinct screamed at me to run. “How did you get in here?”

“Your lock is cheap.” He stepped further into the kitchen, his hands in his pockets, casual in a way that felt anything but. “You should upgrade. This neighborhood isn’t as safe as you think.”

“Get out of my house.”

Winston smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. “We need to talk.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you.”

“That’s unfortunate,” he said, moving to the counter and leaning against it like he owned the place. “Because I have plenty to say to you.”

My pulse was racing, but I kept my voice steady. “I’m calling the police.”

“No, you’re not.” His tone was matter of fact, unbothered. “Because if you do, you’ll never see Amai or Kaisen again. And I think we both know you don’t want that.”

I stared at him, my chest tight, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

He was right.

And he knew it.

“What do you want?” I asked finally.

Winston straightened, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’ve disrupted my family, Ms. Renois. The relationship between my sons. Their focus. Their loyalty. I can’t allow that to continue.”