Page 92 of Darkest Oblivion

Antonio’s laugh was slow, venomous. “At first, I wanted one thing. Now, I want two. After all... she’s carrying your child. Your heir.”

My jaw clenched. The earlier message echoed in my skull. Carrying my child? Impossible. We had only been together once. Once. And yet—

He cut through my silence, his voice dripping with malice. “She almost lost the baby to panic. To fear. But she’s still carrying it. Still carrying your heir.”

The dagger slipped from my hand, clattering against the table.

I sat heavily in the chair opposite the chained men, staring at them with the cold, merciless gaze that had made kings tremble.

My voice was low, poisonous with hate, heavy with obsession. “Have you touched her?”

“Not yet.” His smirk dripped through the line. “If you grant my two requests, I’ll hand her back untouched. But hesitate, deny me, and I’ll send you a video—my men violating her while you watch.”

I was silent, outwardly unbothered. Inside, my storm screamed, demanding blood, demanding her.

“Go on,” I said at last, voice flat with lethal promise, obsession burning like a brand under every word. “State your request.”