Chapter 105 Davon

• DAVON
• I walk out of the study, closing the door behind me and cutting off the sight of Samantha inside. My heart pounds hard enough to feel in my ears, but my face doesn’t show it. I can’t afford to. Power doesn’t allow cracks—not even now, not even when I can’t stop thinking about the life growing inside her.
• The corridor stretches long ahead of me, silent and spotless, a gallery of what I’ve earned. Marble floors shine under my shoes, and gold-veined walls display portraits of ancestors who would never have imagined what I’ve become. At the end of the hall stands the door to Clever Naya Rancho’s chambers—my mother’s domain. That place isn’t just her room; it’s her throne.