PREGNANT FOR MY EX’S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE

Liora. Outside, the air was still the same, cold, just the way I liked it, and yet, I didn't get the familiar comfort it used to give. The snow was falling, Christmas lights flickered, merry Christmas songs weaved softly in the air, cars passed by, hooting, honking, and my eyes stung just from the sight. Life didn't pause at my sorrow, at my broken heart, if anything, it moved in full swing, and I had to watch, with bitterness and anger pulsating with my heartbeat, fingers tightly clenched as I wandered around in the city. I had no destination in mind, but I kept moving. I wanted to be anywhere but near that shameless pair. And yet, as if fate was bent on completely breaking me, I somehow ended up in the very venue, where my engagement with Tavian was supposed to happen. It was held in a famous hotel in the city, owned by my foster parents, the Quinns. I walked in robotically, heading directly to the elevator and pressing the highest floor key, the rooftop. That's whe

Liora. Five minutes! I mumbled softly as I took the elevator down, not even bothering to lock the door behind me. After everything that had happened, Seris's and Tavian's betrayal, you would have expected me to rebel, especially against my foster family and their control, no? Well, I actually wanted to, so much that for a stupid moment, I fidgeted with my phone, a prideful part of me that had been tacked away for so long urging me to give my foster mother a call, and tell her everything that I had wanted to tell her for years but lacked the courage to, like how much I hated her, how big of a bitch she was, and all manner of ugly names...but the rational part of me, that part that I hated with everything I held dear, the same part that had kept me surviving for years, reasoned against it. I could only slam my back against the cab's seat, as I counted the minutes. I knew what my foster mother had against me, after all. One wrong mistake and everything I'd worked so hard for w

Liora. Patient name, Liora Quinns. Diagnosis, pregnant. I stared at those words until they blurred into nothingness. I repeated the word pregnant in my lips, over and over, until it stopped making sense. And at some point, I foumd myself laughing, a hollow and emotionless laughter, weak and pathetic, just like I was. My life was already ruined, you know? Messy in all possible ways, and now ....pregnancy? And once again, I was forced to confront that blurry night. That reckless night that I swore to never think about, the night of distant pleasure and mistake with Soren night, Tavian's uncle. I had sworn to never think about it, to forget that it happened, and yet, here I was, two pink lines staring back at me, as if, mocking the very joke that I had become. Growing up, my childhood wasn't very remarkable. I grew up in the orphanage, from the age of zero to five years, like I was told. The cold mights, the barey enough meals, and let's not talk about the lack

Liora. "Who dares call the Knight heir a bastard?" My adoptive father didn't get to finish, though. The door to the private room was yanked open, and a figure saubtered in, followed by a string of bodyguards. His powerful and imposing aura registered even before his face could. Thick tension materialised in the room with each step that he took. Deep silence stretched in every corner of the room, save for the soft clicks of his leather boots against the tiles. Knight heir! That word had my heart slamming so hard against my chest I gasped. ' Please don't be Soren!' I found myself muttering under my breath, wishing he wasn't who my instincts said he was. But as he gracefully walked closer, my heart sank deeper into its cage as that familiar face came to my view. Those eyes that had gazed down over me, that night.... Those lips that I had kissed recklessly for hours, That night. .. Everything was vaguely clear, and yet, the snippets that grabbed my mind had

Liora " I have already signed the tie-severing forms." I stated, unconcealed joy lacing my words. It might have been in the middle of a disaster, I might have been unaware of what the future held, but the fact that I had finally regained my freedom from the Quinns' clutches was worth celebrating.. " From now on, we have nothing to do with each other..." I added, and a gleam of satisfaction glazed my eyes when I saw their bitter faces. The joke was surely on them. Moments ago, they couldn't wait to get rid of me, but when the table rurned and Soren came for me, alongside their jealousy and bitterness, they couldn't wait to reap the benefits of the undefined union, even going as far as bringing up kinship ties that never existed or acknowledged from the very beginning. Well, I couldn't give them another chance to ruin me. Eighteen years were already enough.. For eighteen years, I had been in their control. No more. A subtle smile crept to my cheeks when I recalled how