Chapter 114
✨The House Does Not Breathe Without Me.✨ Nasir Pov Nasir had learned long ago how to keep his face still. Boardrooms had taught him that. Enemies had refined it. Survival had perfected it. But the moment he read the letter, something cold and ancient uncoiled inside his chest. Now that the baby is born, we will collect what is ours. No signature. No demand. No theatrics. Just certainty. Nasir folded the paper once, precisely, as if he were containing something dangerous by keeping it neat. Around him, the house had gone quiet—not the comfortable quiet of contentment, but the sharp, alert silence of people who knew instinctively that a line had been crossed. Ari stirred in Flora’s arms. That sound—soft, vulnerable—anchored Nasir where anger might have taken him too far, too fast.
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