The Pregnant Janitor Was Forced Onto the Marble Floor-Then the Mafia Boss She Thought Was Dead Walked In.2
CHAPTER 1 — THE MOMENT THE WORLD STOPPED
The ballroom didn’t move.
Not a single breath.
Even the chandeliers above Briarwell Academy seemed to hesitate, their crystals trembling from the vibration of armored engines outside.
Maren Whitlock was still on the marble floor, one arm curled protectively around her stomach, the other trembling as she tried to push herself up. Pain pulsed through her body in sharp, collapsing waves.
Then she saw him.
Damien Rowe stepped through the shattered ballroom doors like the past itself had returned with teeth.
Black coat. Bloodless expression. Eyes that once softened only for her—now hardened into something lethal.
For a moment, he didn’t speak.
He just looked at her.
And everything in him broke in silence.
Then his gaze shifted.
To Chloe Ashford.
To the girls behind her.
To the crowd holding phones like weapons.
“What did you do to her?” Damien’s voice was quiet.
That was the worst part. It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.
Chloe forced a laugh. “She’s just the janitor. She fell. Probably faked it—”
Damien moved.
No warning. No raised voice.
One second he was across the room. The next, Chloe’s phone was crushed in his hand, shattered like glass was never meant to survive his grip.
“You touched her,” he said.
May you like
It wasn’t a question.
It was a verdict.
