Two months into her pregnancy, Alexander revealed what he'd been building beneath the estate.
"I want to show you something," he said, taking Emily's hand and leading her through corridors she'd never explored. They descended—one level, then another, going deeper into the mountain until Emily lost track of how far underground they were.
Finally, they reached a set of reinforced doors that opened to Alexander's palm print. Beyond them was something that took Emily's breath away.
A complete medical facility. Operating rooms with equipment that looked more advanced than most hospitals. Recovery suites designed for comfort and security. And at the center of it all—a nursery that was part sanctuary, part fortress.
The nursery was stunning: soft colors, natural light filtered through specialized skylights, every surface designed with both beauty and safety in mind. But also bulletproof glass. Biometric locks. Air filtration systems. Security monitors covering every angle.
