Vanessa's POV

Vanessa’s room in the Blackwood mansion was warm, softly lit, and expensive in every corner—the thick carpets, the gold-lined mirror, even the baby crib that looked like it belonged in a luxury magazine spread. Her robe fell elegantly around her body as she stood admiring herself, admiring how fast her tummy had gone down in just a few days, one hand resting lightly on the crib where her baby slept peacefully.

Her smile grew, everything had gone according to plan, no ...