LOGINHer ex boyfriend's Dad should be off limits. Dumped and heartbroken, Selena a 24 years old lady finds herself pregnant and falling in love, after a one night fling with ethan. Ethan a 49 years old billionaire who went through a dirty divorce, multiple betrayals, including from his own son, James. He is less interested in a relationship or having another child, but he can't stop thinking of her. Both being confronted by James and Selena's family, decide to live together just until after the birth of their child. This soon turns into a phase of undeniable love.
View MoreJasonThe night air pressed against the windows of the car as I drove through the night. The city’s usual noise replaced by a dull ringing in my ears. My knuckles were pale on the steering wheel, my thoughts spinning too fast to keep up with the lights blurring past.The streets stretched long and narrow under flickering orange streetlamps. Every few blocks, I checked the rearview mirror again, though I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see. A black SUV tailing me also? A man on a bike with a camera? Paranoia was contagious. And after tonight, Ethan had passed on enough to infect me too.I muttered under my breath, eyes scanning the mirror one more time.“Something’s not adding up. This isn’t just about Kelman.”I turned right into a quiet side street, one of those dead stretches of the city tucked between a shuttered pawn shop and a liquor store that hadn’t changed its neon sign in twenty years. I killed the engine and sat still in the silence for a second, listening to the faint h
EthanMy heart pounded as the tires of my car screeched against the asphalt. My grip on the steering wheel was so tight, my knuckles had gone white. Every second ticked like a countdown in my head. What if it’s a bomb? The timer. The photos. The taunt. The implications burned into my mind like a match to dry wood. I didn’t remember breathing on the way home. Didn’t remember the lights I sped through or the near miss with a cyclist. All that mattered was home.My foot slammed the brake pedal as I swerved into the driveway, engine still rumbling when I jumped out. The keys trembled in my fingers as I reached the door. I twisted the knob.Locked.“Selena!” I shouted, pounding my fist on the wooden frame. “Selena, open the door!”No answer.I banged again, harder, my voice now cracking. “Selena!”My pulse roared in my ears.Then—finally—the door creaked open. Selena stood in a loose robe, hair messy from lying on the couch, Ava’s baby bottle still in her hand. She looked startled, confuse
EthanI drove through the morning traffic with a tension I hadn’t felt in years. The small box sat on the passenger seat, untouched, unopened. From time to time, I glanced at it. Something about it chilled me. No return address. No name. Just the weight of threat, wrapped in plain cardboard.Selena hadn’t said much before I left. She was still upset about the morning incident, holding Ava a little too tightly, rocking her even after she fell asleep. Her eyes were puffy, and her voice had lost that usual softness. I had walked up to her, apologized again, and mumbled, "It’s just a package. Someone dropped off a gift. I’ll check it out later."She hadn’t asked further. Just nodded slowly without looking at me. I don’t know if she believed me, or if she was just too drained to care. I kissed Ava on the forehead, gave Selena one last look, and left.Now, at the office, the silence was deafening. My assistant hadn’t arrived yet. No meetings until noon. Just me, the box, and the sound of th
EthanI had barely slept.My eyes were open long before the sun crept in through the blinds. I lay still, staring at the ceiling. Everything from the day before haunted me—the threats, the cryptic message that showed up again, like a ghost refusing to die.It felt like someone was watching me, pulling strings behind curtains I couldn’t reach. I had managed to keep it from Selena… at least for now. I wanted to tell her, I really did. But each time I tried, I imagined the panic in her eyes, the fear, and how it would disrupt the fragile peace she was just beginning to rebuild.I turned my head slightly. She was still asleep, her breathing slow and even. Her hair spilled across the pillow like ink. She looked so peaceful. I shifted my gaze toward the crib near the window. Ava lay there, bundled up in her blanket, tiny fists clenched at her sides, lips parted.God, they didn’t deserve this.I sat up quietly and reached for the small notepad on the nightstand. I scribbled a quick note and






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