LOGINROXETTEI couldn’t stop staring at the test.The two pink lines stared back at me, clear and undeniable. I had taken three more tests just to be sure, lining them up on the bathroom counter like little soldiers confirming the same terrifying, overwhelming truth.I was pregnant.Chandler’s baby was growing inside me.I sat on the edge of the bathtub for what felt like hours, my mind spinning in circles. One second I felt a strange, warm flutter of joy — a tiny life, our child, something that was part of both of us. The next second, panic crashed over me like a wave. How was I supposed to do this? I was still in school. My life was a complete mess — Diana hated me, the stalker was back, the bullying was getting worse. How could I bring a baby into all of this chaos?Tears started falling before I even realized I was crying.I didn’t know why I was crying. It wasn’t sadness exactly. It was everything — fear, shock, love, guilt, hope, terror — all mixed together in a storm I couldn’t cont
ROXETTEI ate like I hadn’t seen food in weeks.At breakfast that morning, I devoured everything on my plate — scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with butter and jam, fresh fruit, and two glasses of orange juice. I barely paused between bites. My mom watched me with raised eyebrows, but it was Chandler’s amused gaze that made me finally slow down.He leaned back in his chair, coffee in hand, a small smirk playing on his lips.“Someone’s hungry,” he said, voice low and teasing.I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. I swallowed the last bite of toast and wiped my mouth with a napkin, suddenly shy under his watchful eyes.“I… I’ve just been stressed out lately,” I mumbled, looking down at my empty plate. “That’s why. Stress makes me eat more.”Chandler chuckled softly, the sound warm and fond. He reached across the table and brushed his thumb over my knuckles.“I’m not complaining,” he said. “Eat as much as you want, baby girl. You need the energy.”He watched me for a moment longer, eyes soft w
DAHLIAI slammed the door to my hotel suite so hard the walls shook.That arrogant bastard.Chandler had looked at me like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. Like I was some pathetic ex-wife begging for scraps. The nerve of him — sitting there in that expensive lounge, sipping his whiskey like he was above it all, telling me to stop messaging him.As if he had any right to dismiss me after everything.I paced the length of the room, my heels clicking angrily against the marble floor. My cheek still burned from where I had slapped him, but the sting was nothing compared to the rage boiling in my chest.Roxette.That little bitch.She was the reason he was pushing me away. I could see it in his eyes. The way he defended her. The way he looked at me like I was the problem when *she* was the one who had weaseled her way into his bed.How the hell was I supposed to seduce him now?I needed him. I needed his money, his connections, his sponsorship. My fashion career had completely co
ROXETTEI didn’t go back to campus the next day.Or the day after that.Every time I even thought about stepping foot on school grounds, my stomach twisted into knots. The image of Diana standing there while her new friends surrounded me, the cold splash of dirty water, the sound of their laughter, and the flash of phones recording my humiliation — it was all still too fresh. Too raw.Instead, I stayed at the estate. I helped my mom settle into the penthouse a little more, went through the motions of daily life, and tried to pretend I wasn’t falling apart inside.But pretending only worked for so long.By the third day, the silence in the house started to feel suffocating. Chandler was busy with work, and even though he checked on me every chance he got, I could see the worry in his eyes. He knew I was holding back. He knew something had happened that I wasn’t telling him.I didn’t want to burden him with more. He already had enough on his plate — dealing with Dahlia, protecting me fr
DIANAThe moment we stepped into the condo, I didn’t even bother turning on the lights.Calvin kicked the door shut behind us and I was already on him — mouth crashing into his, hands yanking at his shirt like I could tear it off his body. He met me with the same rough energy, lifting me up and pressing me against the wall as his tongue pushed into my mouth. Our teeth clashed. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t tender. It was angry and desperate and exactly what I needed.We didn’t make it to the bedroom.He carried me to the couch, dropping me onto the cushions before yanking my jeans down my legs. I kicked them off along with my underwear while he shoved his own pants down just enough to free himself. There was no foreplay. No slow build. I was already wet from the sheer frustration burning through my veins, and he was hard the second I reached for him.I straddled his lap and sank down onto his cock in one hard motion.We both groaned at the same time.I started moving immediately — fas
ROXETTEThe taxi ride back to the estate felt longer than it should have.My mom and I had spent the entire afternoon wandering through stores, trying on clothes, laughing at silly things, and sharing quiet moments over coffee and pastries. For a few hours, it almost felt normal. Like we were just a mother and daughter trying to heal and move forward. She looked lighter by the end of it — smiling more, standing a little straighter in the new clothes I bought her. I was happy for her. Truly.But the moment the car turned onto the long driveway leading to Chandler’s estate, the weight came rushing back.The shopping bags sat at my feet, but they didn’t feel as light as they should have. My mind kept drifting to Diana’s face in that hallway. To the cold water soaking through my clothes. To the sound of their laughter echoing off the bathroom walls. To the way she had just stood there and let it happen.I still couldn’t believe how far things had gone.The driver helped me carry the bags
ROXETTEI needed to see my mom.The thought had been circling in my mind for days, growing louder with every quiet moment at the estate. After everything that had happened — the party, the hallway, the dirty water, the way Diana had looked at me like I was nothing — I needed something familiar. Som
CHANDLERI had been avoiding this meeting for weeks.Dahlia had been messaging me nonstop ever since she returned to the country. Demanding to talk. Demanding to see me. Demanding answers about why I had suddenly become so cold toward her after all these years. I had ignored most of them. But when
ROXETTEI didn’t move for a long time.The bathroom door had slammed shut behind them, but I stayed exactly where I was — sitting on the cold, wet floor with my back against the stall door. Dirty water dripped from my hair, down my face, and soaked through my clothes. I could feel it clinging to my
DIANAI couldn’t stop thinking about her face.Even after I went back to the hotel and ranted to my mother for over an hour, even after she told me I was doing the right thing, even after I posted more anonymous comments dragging Roxette’s name through the mud — I still couldn’t stop seeing the way







