LOGINJonathan"s POV
I shut the door behind me hurriedly, running back to finish the meal I was enjoying But the room is empty. I ran my hands through my dark hair, my jaw clenching. Where did she go? And who was she? To hell with that slut who ran away. I scanned the room if she had stolen anything, but everything was still in place. I reached for the drawer beside my bed and pulled it open, bringing out a bottle of lube before lying back on the bed. I gently apply the lube on my cock and begin to wank it. "Fuck" I curse under my breath, recalling how she had swirled her tongue over my cock. It was clear she had no experience, but her mouth felt so good! I could not deny that it was the tighten hole I had ever had my cock into, in my 45 years of living. Morning comes with a headache and a sense that something is wrong. Not the type of wrong that comes after a night with a hangover. It was quiet. Like I missed a detail. The hotel room is spotless, not a trace left behind. Whoever she was, she's gone without a sound. That's the first thing that bothers me. Women who come through Capri don't leave like that. They linger, ask questions, or demand for something, like money, reassurance, or food at least. This one takes nothing. I sit up slowly, pressing my fingers against the bed. My phone buzzes on the bedside. Capri. "You alive?" he asks when I answer "Barely" I mutter He laughs. "Well, good morning". I hesitate "Who did you send?" There's a pause on the line.. Capri doesn't pause often "What do you mean?" "I mean," I say evenly, "she didn't behave like your usual arrangement". Silence follows "She disappeared, she didn't even ask for money". ''I didn't order anyone" he answers, "there must be a misunderstanding. I'm coming to your room right now." We're alone this time, standing near the balcony "You never sent anyone?" I ask. Capri exhales "I was going to" I turn to him slowly… "I ran into Bella at the gala," he admits. That gets my full attention "She didn't say much," he continues. "She didn't have to. She asked one question, if you were in town. And I knew" "Knew what?" "That even without a confirmation, she'd come looking for you". My jaw tightens. "So you canceled?" "I didn't even place the call," he says carefully. "Didn't want anyone showing up, asking questions, or worse, being seen by Bella." I look away, angry but still feeling guilty "You've been gone for five years," Capri adds. "But she still looks for you. I wasn't about to be the reason she walked into something she wasn't ready for." "Something's not right" I whisper, loud enough for him to hear. "I spent the night with someone yesterday, she was so tight, so naive but rode me like a hungry lioness", I say slowly "She cries like a baby and her moans sound beautiful. I felt alive" I let out a breath "So whoever I spent the night with, was never meant to be here?" Capri nods. "Exactly." Confusion is written all over my face. Across my mind flashes the lady again, her voice, her moans, the way she was never the one I was waiting for. "And Bella?" Capri asks "She found me, and we talked. Just like old times" "We were outside for a while, and when I got back, she was gone" I close my eyes and suddenly the weight of the night presses heavier. And then, I feel it. The hunger for her. "She's not meant for you. Don't even think about it" Capri says flatly. "You'll never meet her again, and even if you do, it wouldn't last." I stare at the city's lights, my thoughts elsewhere as my jaw tightens. "You didn't even focus on Bella," Capri continues. "She's your daughter. She's the one who needs your attention. You've got a daughter who's waiting on you and you're chasing shadows." I stay quiet. Capri doesn't push further. He knows when to stop. And so since I can't have the girl I yearn for, I might as well pay attention to my daughter and try to be there for her.Rachael’s POVThe drive back to London felt longer somehow.Heavier.Like every mile carried the weight of something I could no longer undo.Pregnant.Even now…the word still echoed strangely inside my head.Too unreal to fully process.Too dangerous to ignore.I rested my forehead lightly against the car window and closed my eyes briefly.Dr Lawson’s voice replayed over and over again.There’s no mistake.My stomach twisted.Not from nausea this time.Fear.Pure fear.Because now there was no room left for denial.No more maybe.No more what if.Just truth.And the truth could destroy everything.The driver pulled into the Brooks estate just before evening fully settled.The second the gates opened…I snapped out of my mindI stepped out slowly afterward while trying to pull myself together before walking in.You’re fine.Act normal.Nothing has changed.Even though everything had.The moment I entered the house though…laughter echoed faintly from the living room.Familiar laughter.
Rachael’s POVI lied to everyone that morning.Again.At this point…lying had started feeling less like a choice and more like survival.“I have a meeting,” I told Clinton over breakfast.He barely looked up from his phone.“What kind?”“Family related.”He nodded once.No further questions.Part of me hated how easy it was.The other part was grateful.Because if he looked at me too closely lately…I felt like he’d see everything written across my face immediately.The fear, the guilt, the panic.And worst of all, pregnancy.My stomach twisted lightly at the thought.I quickly reached for my water before the nausea could fully rise again.Across the table, Aubrey watched me quietly over the rim of her coffee cup.Observing.Always observing.“You should eat more,” she said casually.“I’m not very hungry.”“That’s becoming a habit.”My pulse jumped slightly.“I’m just stressed.”Aubrey hummed softly but said nothing else afterward.Still…her eyes lingered on me a second too long.By
I stayed in bed long after Clinton left.Not because I was tired.Because moving meant facing reality again.And honestly…I didn’t think I was ready for that yet.The room still smelled faintly like him.Cologne.Alcohol.And something warmer underneath both.My chest tightened instantly.I sat up slowly afterward and pressed my palms against my face hard enough to hurt.God.What exactly had I turned my life into?For a second…I almost convinced myself last night never happened.That maybe I imagined everything from desperation and panic.But then my eyes landed on the unmade bed beside me.Reality settled heavily all over again.No.It happened.And somehow…the terrifying part was that the plan actually worked.At least for now.I forced myself out of bed eventually.The marble floor felt cold beneath my feet as I walked toward the bathroom slowly.Everything inside me felt heavier lately.My body.My thoughts.Even breathing sometimes.I turned the shower on and stepped beneath
Rachael’s POVI had only had sex with one person It was Jonathan.And since then I had been obsessed with him and his cock.Clinton wasn’t as big, but he was long… very longHe leaned down, kissed me slowly. His thumbs found my clits, rubbing in circles while his cock was inside me.Jonathan would talk me through it Clinton didn’t and he lasted longWe fucked and fucked and fucked until he cummedI made sure he spilled it on the bed, so he doesn’t doubt the time lineClinton was good. I couldn't lie.Very good and roughI cried, my back ached, my pussy felt sore…I hope my baby is still okay because sex with him was wild.***Morning came too quickly.The soft light pushing through the curtains felt cruel somehow.For a few seconds…I forgot where I was.Then reality returned all at once.The room.The bed.The smell of alcohol still lingering faintly in the air.And Clinton beside me.My chest tightened instantly.I stayed completely still.Heart pounding hard enough to hurt.The b
Rachael’s POVWeeks flew by.And somehow…instead of things getting easier after the wedding…everything only became harder.The nausea never fully stopped.Some mornings were manageable.Other mornings had me locked inside bathrooms gripping sinks while trying not to panic.I had started carrying gum in my bags.Perfume too.Anything to hide the constant sickness.Anything to survive one more day.And still…I didn’t have a solution.Every day that passed felt like a countdown hanging over my head.Every glance from Aubrey felt sharper now.Every interaction with Jonathan felt dangerous.Every time Bella hugged me…guilt nearly swallowed me whole.Because if this secret exploded…it wouldn’t just destroy me.It would destroy everyone.I sat quietly at the edge of the guest bed one evening with my knees pulled slightly toward my chest.Thinking.Again.Over and over.Trying to force my brain into finding another option.But there wasn’t one.There was only this.The timeline had to ma
Rachael’s POVI stood in front of the mirror for almost twenty minutes before finally deciding this was ridiculous.Because what exactly was I doing?Trying to seduce my husband?The thought alone sounded absurd considering Clinton barely looked at me unless it involved appearances, obligations or warnings about my father.And yet…here I was.Hair down.Lip gloss freshly applied.A silk robe wrapped around my body while anxiety clawed violently through my chest.Because this wasn’t about romance.It wasn’t about wanting Clinton.It was survival.Pure survival.My fingers trembled slightly as I stared at my reflection again.Pregnant.The word still didn’t feel real in my head.Even after the positive tests hidden carefully in my bag.Even after the nausea.The dizziness.The exhaustion.None of it felt real until I remembered whose baby this was.Jonathan’s.My chest tightened painfully at the thoughtIf anyone found out…Bella would hate me forever.Jonathan’s life would explode.An
Rachael's POVThe room is already too loud when I walk in.Fabric samples cover the long table, silks, satins, and lace in shades of ivory, champagne, and blush. The wedding planner talks endlessly about color themes and preparation, but my head is pounding. Everything feels too tight, too fast lik
Rachael’s POVFor a moment I stayed where I was.The balcony door had already closed behind Jonathan, but the air still felt warmer than it had a few minutes ago.‘The real version of that night was a lot harder to forget.’The words replayed in my head whether I wanted them to or not.I exhaled sl
Rachael POVThe last thing I remember is the way the room tilted… my mother’s voice somewhere in the distance… Bella screaming… and then nothing.When I open my eyes, everything feels too bright.I try to move but my head throbs immediately.“Don’t,” a nurse’s voice says gently. “You fainted.”Fain
Rachael’s POV"Rachael!". Mom calls out, peeping through my door.I sit up, "Yes?""The Brooks requested that you be at their house by twelve today.""Why?"She hesitates, "I don't know. Wedding preparations or something like that".Of courseI glance at the clock. It's barely past nine. My chest t







