Chapter 935

Julian's temper erupted like a volcano. His fingers dug into Rosalind's shoulders as he roared, "How could you? How could you carry Lucian's child?"

Rosalind met his gaze with icy detachment. "I'll repeat myself one final time—we're done. My life, my choices, are none of your concern."

His grip turned punishing.

"Is one mistake all it takes to destroy us? Every man has his wild phase! I've severed all ties with Arabella and the others. Why won't you forgive me? You were born with a silver spoon, Rosalind. No matter how many designer suits Lucian wears, he'll always be that scholarship kid from the wrong side of town. We belong together—our worlds align!"

A bitter laugh escaped Rosalind's lips.

"You call cheating with half of Manhattan a 'wild phase'? Spare me the excuses. This isn't about love—it's about your bruised ego. You can't stand that I chose someone who actually respects me."

Julian opened his mouth to protest.

She cut him off like a knife.

"And let's be clear—you and I were never from the same world. Lucian and I are. His lack of trust fund never defined him. Now he's revolutionizing the tech world. Brilliant. Ambitious. Everything you pretend to be."

Her hand drifted to her abdomen.

"Yes, I'm carrying Lucian's baby. Do you have any idea how happy this makes me? We're starting a family—something you could never give me with your revolving door of mistresses."

Julian's face contorted with rage. Veins bulged at his temples as he slammed her against the hospital corridor wall, his breath coming in ragged bursts.

"You've always been mine! I won't let some upstart steal what's mine!"

He crushed his mouth toward hers.

Rosalind twisted away, her shout echoing down the hall. "Get your hands off me!"

A powerful arm suddenly wrenched Julian backward by his collar, sending him stumbling.

Whirling around with a snarl, Julian spat, "Who dares—Lucian?!"

Rosalind's gaze lifted to see Lucian standing there, his presence like a thunderclap.

Silent as death, Lucian's fist connected with Julian's jaw. The impact sent the heir sprawling against the opposite wall.

Before Julian could recover, Lucian hauled him up by his Brioni tie and delivered another devastating punch. Blood sprayed across the pristine hospital tiles.

A nurse screamed. "Security! We need security!"

Lucian's voice dropped to subzero. "Touch her again, and I'll bury you."

His next swing sent Julian crashing to the floor.

Rosalind grabbed Lucian's arm. Beneath his custom Tom Ford shirt, his muscles trembled with barely leashed violence. The raw power terrified her.

"Enough! Look at him—he's done. This isn't the place!"

Julian attempted a feeble counterattack, but Lucian's next punch left him gasping on the linoleum.

For all his country club boxing lessons, Julian was no match for the self-made billionaire who'd fought his way up from the streets. Every strike carried the weight of a man who'd earned his place in the world.

Rosalind pressed against Lucian's chest, her voice breaking. "Please... just stop."