Page 79 of Married to My Sis’s Bratva Fiancé

Because the truth was humiliating. I had no friends to call. No family who'd take me in. I couldn't even check into a hotel that wanted an ID. I'd thought I just lived in Kiryan's house—until I walked out and realized my entire life had been locked behind that iron gate.

"I don't know," I said quietly.

Yegor didn't push. His eyes dropped to the hand I kept over my belly, then he looked away like holding it too long would be an offense.

"Then don't think about where yet." He paused. "Are you feeling sick?"

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"Elena." His voice stayed gentle. "You're white as a sheet. That isn't 'just tired.'"

My throat clenched.

If he'd been colder, I could've kept pretending I was fine. But he just sat there, quiet, waiting—like he was giving something frightened the time it needed to crawl out of a corner.

"I am pregnant."

Tears fell again.

Yegor's shoulders went rigid. He looked at my stomach, then snapped his gaze away, like one more second would be disrespectful.

"The doctor said I need rest. Stable emotions." I tugged a bitter little smile. "I did a terrible job of that today."

"You did good enough."

"You don't even know what happened."

"I know you sat here alone with a baby, blaming yourself for crying." His eyes darkened. "That is enough."

I bowed my head.

"Let's get you out of here," he said. "I'll get you settled."

"I can't go back to the Rossi house. A hotel isn't safe. I don't want my father's mouth on me, and I don't want Kiryan finding me."

"I'm not taking you to either of those places."

I stared at him, wary.

Yegor lifted both hands, open. "I have a house. Plenty of guest rooms. There are staff and a doctor on-site. You can stay in a separate guest wing, lock the door from the inside. I won't come in without your permission."

"Yegor..."

"Temporary," he cut in softly. "When you've rested, I'll help you find an apartment. The lease will be in your name. You'll pay the rent yourself. Will that work?"

He'd blocked the exact fear I couldn't say out loud—charity.

I wanted to refuse. But my stomach burned with emptiness, and the doctor's warning echoed in my head. Pride wasn't worth gambling another life.

"I'll move out as soon as I can."

"Of course." Yegor stood, lifting both cases. "But before anything else, you eat breakfast."

"I can carry one."

"I know you can." He didn't question me—just shifted the bags behind him. "I just can't stand there and watch a woman haul luggage on her own."

He slowed his pace so I walked ahead, keeping a half-arm's distance the whole way.