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Author: Momo
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-06 23:03:47

ROWEN

I had just arrived at my Villa after a day filled with a series of meetings. The villa was quiet, just how I liked it after a day that had wrung every last bit of patience out of me.

I stepped through the front doors, unbuttoning my blazer as I climbed the stairs leading up to my room. My body felt like a tightly coiled wire, one wrong touch away from snapping.

By the time I reached my room, I was already stripping off the clothes I had on. The tie came off first, then the white shirt, stained slightly at the collar with the day’s grind. I tossed it aside and walked into the ensuite bathroom.

The cold water against my face did little to soothe the knot twisting in my gut. I let it run a bit longer, splashing my neck, rubbing the tension out of my temples. My reflection stared back at me; tired, sharp-jawed, eyes clouded with restraint.

I changed into a charcoal V-neck shirt and tailored black pants. I wasn’t in the mood for anything flashy. My watch remained the same. A silver
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  • Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father    Painful lesson

    ELORAIt had been over an hour since I sent the text and I still got nothing from him.“Stop being silly Elora Miller." I said, patting my cheeks together. My bedside clock chimed and I realized it was four pm.I tossed the phone onto my bed harder than necessary and stared at the ceiling. The silence in my room felt thick like a weight pressing down on my chest. I wasn’t expecting some poetic apology or a miracle. Just a reply. A single word. Hell, even a punctuation mark. A thumbs-up emoji. Anything to show that he’d read it. That he gave a damn! But nothing came. Not even a ghost of acknowledgment.Fuck! I hate that I have begun using curse words.I sat up, restless. My fingers itched to type something else, to follow up with another message, but I didn’t want to look desperate. I’d already put myself out there. The ball was in his court, and he was leaving it to rot.A new buzz lit up my phone. I dove for it with far too much hope. Debit alert. Another hit to my wallet. My lip

  • Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father    See you

    ROWENI put the phone down and leaned back in my chair, letting the message on the screen settle in like a slow-burning fuse.You want honesty? I don’t know if I still love him. But I know I want to destroy him. Does that count?A slow smile curved across my lips. The kind I hadn’t worn in a long time. A very satisfying and purpose filled smile.Good. She was learning fast.She didn’t need certainty. She needed a reason. I didn’t care if she still loved Ethan or not. All that mattered was that she had a crack in her resolve big enough to wedge revenge into. A little pain, a little rage, that was all it took to turn sentiment into strategy. Fire could be molded. Directed. Sharpened into a blade. And Elora was nothing if not full of fire.I twisted slightly in my seat and looked toward James, who stood near the far end of the office like a loyal statue, his hands folded neatly behind his back. Close enough to catch every word, far enough not to impose. He held a compact black recorder.

  • Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father    Phone down

    ELORAI pushed through the heavy doors of La Brisa, the air outside sharp against my cheeks. My heels hit the pavement with a pace that screamed don’t follow me. My breath burned in my throat. I didn’t care that I had no plan, no destination, just the urgent need to get away from that table, from his smug face, from the choking pretense.I raised my hand and flagged the first cab I saw. The driver, a middle-aged man with a graying beard and a tired face, slowed and stopped.I yanked the door open, slid in, and slammed it shut behind me like it could seal off everything that had just happened.“Where to?” he asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.I inhaled hard, trying to steady my voice. “Manor Crescent. Block 7.”He nodded, started the engine.“You okay, miss?” he asked after a moment, his eyes briefly locking with mine through the mirror.I forced a short laugh, clipped and too thin. “Yeah. I’m fine.”He didn’t press further, just nodded once and focused on the road.I l

  • Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father    Matter what

    ETHANFrom the moment she walked into La Brisa, I forgot how to fucking breathe.Elora. That was not just Elora. That was something else—something dangerous, refined, untouchable. Hair styled like she walked off a runway shoot, jet-black and glistening in soft waves that framed her face like it had been painted into a masterpiece. Her lips were glossed, just enough to draw attention but not invite a kiss. And that goddamn dress. A deep, rich royal blue that clung to her like a second skin and flared just enough at the bottom to remind you she was elegance in motion. Form-fitting but tasteful. Expensive. I knew that fabric, that cut. McQueen. Her heels alone were Louboutins, the iconic red soles flashing beneath every step she took. She didn’t just wear a designer, she had on her enough to make a power statement. And she wore it all like she had nothing to prove.I saw the flash of her phone as she waved it casually, showing she’d seen my call but ignored it. It was a subtle jab. A m

  • Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father    Of things

    ELORAThe car hummed quietly as it idled at the curb, the tinted windows shielding us from the glaring midday sun. I sat in the backseat beside Rowen, my nerves tangled like wires. My hands were clenched on my lap, but he held my phone, swiping through the messages Ethan had sent. The screen glowed in his hand, each read message painting a new wave of guilt across my chest.He didn’t speak at first. Just scrolled, thumb gliding slow, deliberate. Like he was decoding something. He stopped now and then, squinting. The longer he stared at those texts, the heavier the tension grew between us."He's persistent," Rowen finally muttered, eyes still fixed on the screen. "Three texts in a row. Not a single reply. Impressive restraint."I didn’t reply. My stomach churned. It was one thing to ignore Ethan. It was another to sit beside a man like Rowen while he dissected the wreckage of my relationship."What time is it?" I asked, trying to sound unaffected.He checked his watch. "1:05."I exhal

  • Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father    Jaw tense

    ETHAN“Ethan… fuck! Don’t stop.” Ava’s hips slapped hard against mine as she moaned my name, her nails digging into the leather headboard of my bed.Her voice was high-pitched, hungry. I gripped her ass tighter, thrusting into her with short, hard strokes, my mind flickering between the pleasure and the annoying buzzing in the back of my head. My balls slapped against her with every drive. She pushed back into me, panting, begging for more.“Go deeper, deeper! Please, just like that!”I grunted, grinding in harder, faster. Her back arched. Sweat beaded down my temple. Her moans turned to incoherent gasps, high and loud. I barely registered the sound of my phone vibrating on the bedside table until the alarm blared.Loud. Sharp.1 PM Reminder – Lunch with EloraI cursed, groaned, and came with a growl, holding Ava in place as I pulsed inside her. She gasped and jerked beneath me as I finished, then stilled, breathless.I pulled out of her roughly, earning a whining groan.“You’re kidd

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