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76-casted!!!

Author: Mirage Sha
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-13 09:24:21

I woke up to the sound of breathing that was not mine.

For a split second, panic shot through me. My body stiffened before my mind caught up. Then I remembered. The couch. The blankets. The weight of last night settling quietly into morning.

He couldn’t go home because he still felt weak and I wasn’t that inhuman to send him away in such a state.

Sunlight leaked through the curtains in thin lines, landing on the edge of the rug, the arm of the sofa, the side of his face. Alexander was still asleep. One arm flung carelessly over his chest, lashes resting against his cheek like he belonged there. Like this was normal.

It was not.

I sat up slowly, careful not to make the bed creak. My chest felt tight, but not in the sharp painful way. This was softer. Confusing. The kind of tightness that came from letting something familiar back in when you promised yourself you would not.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. The room smelled faintly like his cologne and the tea I never
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  • Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father   Sleepover 2

    Aria POVBOOK CLUB PARTNERSHIP OFFER. Her eyes dropped to it. For a second, she did not react. Then she blinked. Once. Twice. “Aria,” she said slowly. I shrugged. That fake careless shrug people use when they are terrified of hoping. “They emailed today.” She leaned closer, reading the first line. Her mouth fell open. “No,” she said. “No way.” I scrolled, showing her the details. Dates. Terms. The logo at the bottom. Her hands flew to her mouth. “Are you joking with me right now.” I shook my head. “They want me for their next book club meeting.” She stared at the screen like it might be a trick. “But… everyone is dragging you online,” she said. “This is the worst week of your life.” “I know.” “And they still offered you this.” “Yes.” She grabbed my arm suddenly. “Aria. This is huge.” I laughed, but it came out shaky. “They’re offering my normal rate.” She went still. “Your normal rate,” she repeated. “Not sympathy money.” I nodded. She sat back slowly, ey

  • Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father   Sleepover

    Aria POVThe book club offer should not have meant as much as it did. It was one deal. One line in an inbox. One quiet yes from a group of strangers who had decided, for reasons I did not yet understand, that I was still worth reading. But after days of being reduced to a headline, it felt like oxygen. I spent the rest of that afternoon moving through my apartment with a kind of restless energy I had not felt since before everything burned. I opened windows I did not need to open. Rearranged cushions that were already aligned. Checked my phone too often, just to confirm the email was still there. Then I did something impulsive. I texted Tracy. Sleepover? She replied in under a minute. On my way. The excitement that followed surprised me. I planned it like a small event. Not because it mattered, but because I needed something ordinary to anchor myself to. I changed the sheets in the guest room. Lit the vanilla candle I always saved for guests. Ordered groceries I did not nee

  • Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father   Hospital Visit

    Obviously because I already told them I’d be there and as a premium client, I get these fancy treatments and all. “Sit,” he said, not looking at me. I did. He turned then, eyes sharp behind his glasses. “You’ve had two heart attacks,” he said plainly. “Your cardiac muscle fibers are weakened. Your body compensates until it cannot.”He pulled up scans on a tablet. “And the tumor,” he continued, tapping the screen. “Still stable in size. Still inoperable due to location. Which means the headaches are expected.” I clenched my jaw. “The drug we’ve been researching is not ready,” he added. “And I will not test it on you prematurely.” “Surgery,” I said. “Not an option,” he replied. “Risk outweighs benefit.” Silence settled between us. “So what,” I asked finally. “I just wait.” “No,” he said. “We manage.” “First,” he said, scrolling through my chart, “we escalate your medication.” He explained that the current analgesics were no longer sufficient. He would switch me to a strong

  • Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father   Dr Akes

    Alex POVI did not leave the café directly. I drove for five minutes first. Long enough to be certain no one was watching my patterns. Long enough to make sure the route blurred. Then I pulled over and called my driver. “Pick me up,” I said. “Come with a new car and Send the other car home.” I gave him a different landmark than the café. Security was not paranoia. It was habit. It was not that I believed my driver would betray me. If he ever did, he would not go free. But I had no appetite for unnecessary drama right now. No loose threads. No overlapping circles. The Rolls Royce arrived quietly, like it always did. I slid into the back seat and let the door close behind me. The silence inside the car was immediate and complete. Thick carpeting. Soft leather. The kind of comfort that did not announce itself but insisted on being felt. No wonder this car cost a fortune. I leaned back and closed my eyes. The day replayed itself without permission. Jane’s name circled in red.

  • Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father   Dangerous part

    Alex POVI did not react. Years of training had burned that instinct out of me. But something shifted in my chest anyway. Not shock. Recognition. “Explain,” I said. “She leaked the photos,” he replied calmly. “Directly. Intentionally.” He paused. “She wanted them to be found.” I leaned back. Jane Brewk. Of course. She had been everywhere before Aria arrived. Panels. Interviews. Think pieces. Award shortlists. She had mastered the art of being adjacent to brilliance without ever becoming it. Until Aria. “Before Aria,” Joe continued, reading my silence accurately, “Jane was the most visible literary voice in her lane. Not the best. But the most present.” Visibility is currency. And Aria had disrupted the market without even trying. “When Aria’s manuscript started circulating,” he went on, “Jane lost three invitations within two months. One book club deal. One speaking engagement. One long term brand partnership.” He slid another document forward. “All of those went to A

  • Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father   Joe Jones

    Alex POV By the time the lawyers filed out of the conference room, I was already regretting the lack of sleep I had last night. My head throbbed, not the dull, manageable kind, but the sharp, insistent pressure that sat behind my right eye and pulsed like a warning. The kind that made light feel louder than it should and voices scrape against the inside of my skull. I loosened my tie the moment the door closed. The room felt too warm. Or maybe my body was just tired of pretending it wasn’t under siege. I walked back to my office in silence, ignoring the greetings, the subtle glances, the careful distance people kept when they sensed a storm they were not invited into. My palm pressed briefly against the wall as I passed my assistant’s desk. Just for balance. Just for a second. That was new. Inside my office, I shut the door and leaned against it longer than necessary. The city sprawled outside the glass like it always did: confident, loud, indifferent. I crossed to my desk, ope

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