Her Vengeful Heart: Dangerously In Love With The Dark Prince

"Oh... slow down a little..."

Ragged breaths tangled with the slick, rhythmic smack of skin, and the solid oak bed protested beneath two people, its strained groans speeding into a frantic cadence that would send most people blushing.

"Why are you so... intense tonight?" the woman gasped. "Did Alexandra fail to satisfy you?"

"Why bring her up?" the man scoffed, voice low and edged with disdain. "Just looking at her kills the mood. You're the only one who is this tempting, this impossible to resist... Besides, that old man finally died today, so I'm in an excellent mood."

The woman let out an unrestrained laugh, loud and delighted. "My, aren't you cruel?" she teased, tilting her head. "We practically sent my grandpa to his grave, and now, we're tangled up here like this. Once you marry Alexandra and claim all that inheritance for yourself..."

Her voice dipped with malicious glee. "If that man knew, he'd be clawing his way out of the coffin!"

Just outside the door, I stood frozen, eight months pregnant, my breath locked in my chest as I stared at their tangled bodies.

Each syllable struck me like a blade, cutting deeper than the last.

At that moment, a glacial grip closed around my heart, freezing the blood in my veins until the cold spread from my skin straight into my bones, leaving me hollow and numb.

Rage shook through me in violent waves as recognition finally slammed home—the man in that room was my fiancé, Karson Jones, and the woman wrapped around him was my stepsister, Lilah Harris. And I was the person they had just mentioned, Alexandra Harris.

Following my mother's death, my stepmother married my father and brought Lilah into my life with her.

We shared no blood ties, and Lilah had spent years competing with me over every scrap of affection, status, and attention.

But never in my darkest suspicions had I imagined she and Karson would be involved—let alone sink so low as to plot the death of my grandfather, who had loved me more than anyone else!

The shock slammed into me, sending a stabbing pain ripping through my abdomen. Strength drained from my legs as they buckled beneath me, and I fought to remain standing, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

"Who's out there?"

Karson's sharp, wary voice sliced through the silence.

Wrapping an arm around my stomach, I tried to turn and run, but my legs betrayed me, locked stiff as stone where I stood.

Karson hastily put on some clothes and charged out of the room, his grip snapping shut around my wrist with a bruising force. "Alexandra?"

Moments later, Lilah emerged behind him, brazenly wearing my nightgown. With a smug smile, she slid her arm through Karson's and leaned into his chest. "It's you? I'm sorry—you weren't supposed to find out yet. We planned to keep all that a secret until after you gave birth to the baby."

She then tipped her head and said, "You