Eight Months Pregnant, I Accidentally Overheard My Billionaire Husband and His Mother Plotting…
My father, Daniel Mercer, was no ordinary man. A former spy, he was a master of shadows and secrets—a man who lived in silence and deception. I had spent most of my life running from that world, craving normalcy over the intrigue that constantly surrounded him. But in that moment, when the chill of betrayal hung around me like damp fog, I realized how desperately I needed his world now.
His presence was a shield—an unspoken promise of protection from the nightmare my life had become. As he stepped closer, the guard blocking my way instinctively backed off. There was something in my father’s eyes, something dangerous and commanding, that warned the man not to test him. The air seemed to vibrate with tension, heavy and electric.
“We have to move quickly,” my father said in a low, commanding tone. His hand rested gently against my back, guiding me toward the side exit. His calm confidence spread through me, cutting through the panic that had held me hostage since I’d overheard the conversation that shattered everything.
