The house had gone quiet. Margaret had retired upstairs, Zara was tucked away with Liam, and it left Jake and Damian facing each other across the sitting room.

Damian slipped his hands into his pockets, eyes sharp. “So it’s true. You’re marrying her.”Jake’s jaw tensed. “Yes.”

“You know who she is now. Zara Commbs. The daughter of the man who tried to ruin your father. Ruin You. And you still...”

“She’s pregnant.” Jake’s tone was flat, final.

Damian froze for a ...