PREGNANT WITH POWER
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Yvonne Blake stepped out of the consultation room with a glow that didn’t come from makeup.

Her fingers were tight around a thin medical envelope, but her smile was loose and confident, like she had already won.

The hallway lights caught the diamonds on her ears and turned them into tiny flashes of power. She didn’t even look at the other patients. She walked like the whole clinic was part of her story.

Margaret Blake jumped up the moment she saw her. “Oh look at my baby,” she said, rushing close. Her eyes scanned Yvonne’s face like she was reading a contract. “Tell me. What is the news?”

Yvonne lifted the envelope slightly. “It has been confirmed,” she said, almost whispering because the words felt too big to waste on strangers. “Mom… I’m pregnant.”

Margaret froze, then her hand flew to her mouth. “Pregnant?” she breathed. Her eyes were filled with bright shock and greedy joy. She leaned closer, voice trembling. “You mean pregnant with the trillionaire’s baby?”

“Yes,” Yvonne whisper
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