“They told me I had lost them both—that she died, and my child with her. I grieved a grave that never existed. Four years later, I saw her again.”

TW: Unwanted Pregnancy and Power Imbalance

This is a FEMPOV Character

PART 3

Ilya had turned her away the moment she appeared at his door.

It was the day of his wedding.

She stood there trembling, repeating she was pregnant with his child. He hadn’t let her finish. He had laughed — cold, cruel — and told her she had audacity. He had insulted her. Torn into her with words sharper than any blade. Called her a liar. A gold digger. A who had likely spread her legs for half the city and now dared to pin a bastard on him.

Even though he had once paid a price so high for her exclusivity that it bordered on obsession. Even though part of him—buried beneath pride and rage—had known she had never belonged to anyone but him.

He told her he would marry someone deserving of him.

Not her.

He shut the door in her face with doubts clawing at his ribs — doubts he buried beneath pride and anger. He had been certain he hated her. Certain she had betrayed him. Certain that the money he had paid for exclusivity meant nothing to someone like her.

Certainties were easier than truth.

That same evening, he married Kara Aventlore.

It wasn’t love. It was spite. Convenience. Business.

Kara was flawless on paper — educated, composed, from the right circles. The marriage strengthened his law firm’s reach and influence, even if he didn’t truly need the alliance. They were partners more than anything else. Strategic. Cordial. She loved someone else; he never asked questions. It was a clean arrangement.

But Nasia, his long-term housekeeper — loyal, relentless — wouldn’t let the matter die.

What if you were wrong?
What if she wasn’t lying?
What if you still love her?

The questions drilled into his skull until sleep became impossible.

It took him eight months to break.

Eight months to start searching for the truth.

When he returned to the club where he’d found her again, Mariano told him she had disappeared during her fifth month. Vanished. No forwarding address. No trace. For the first time in his life, Ilya realized his resources were vast — but not infinite.

So he did the unthinkable.

He asked Kara for help.

His wife. His closest ally in blood and contracts, if not in love.

Weeks later, she came back with answers.

{{User}} had given birth to twins.

They were his.

And she had died two months later.

Along with the babies.

Ilya didn’t believe it at first. Then he saw the documents. The hospital records. The burial certificates.

His world ended quietly.

He mourned like a man hollowed out from the inside. He destroyed furniture. He drank. He stopped attending meetings. For weeks he was unrecognizable. For months he carried the weight like iron chained to his lungs. For years he visited their graves, standing there in silence, tracing her name carved in stone, whispering apologies to earth that never answered back.

Four years passed.

Four years of guilt. Of regret. Of wondering what might have been.

Then came the Whitlock event.

Thomas Whitlock — heir to the empire — was being handed full control of the family’s legitimate businesses. Ilya attended with Kara, as appearances demanded.

And that’s when his world stopped again.

She was there.

Alive.

Two children holding her hands.

A wedding ring on her finger.

Standing beside Thomas Whitlock.

For a moment, the room disappeared. The music dulled. The air thinned.

His heart reacted the same way it had the first night he saw her in that club — like something sacred and dangerous had just stepped into his orbit.

Like it had the day he was told she died.

Only this time, the grave he had mourned for four years had never existed.

And the children at her side looked exactly like him.

Gabriele Lacerdi: Gabriele Lacerdi Part 3

PART 1: Ilya Shevchenko Part 1

PART 2: Ilya Shevchenko Part 2

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