LOGIN"I heard your car was ambushed yesterday, Samuel?" Papa Lucas asked, the questions coming one after another. He had made a point of coming to the mansion the moment the whispers reached him through the security network.
I gave a slow nod, keeping my expression as composed as possible — I had no desire to trigger unnecessary panic. "They were just ordinary civilians who happened to have been drink
"I heard your car was ambushed yesterday, Samuel?" Papa Lucas asked, the questions coming one after another. He had made a point of coming to the mansion the moment the whispers reached him through the security network.I gave a slow nod, keeping my expression as composed as possible — I had no desire to trigger unnecessary panic. "They were just ordinary civilians who happened to have been drinking heavily since the night before, Papa. But I'm not taking the initial report at face value," I answered, calm but firm.Papa Lucas nodded slowly, the creases of worry etched plainly across his brow. "Right, never take anything at face value. We need to be especially vigilant now. If at all possible, don't allow Emelia to leave the house for the time being. Papa is simply afraid that old enemies may have caught wind of her pregnancy.
I fixed my subordinates with a flat stare. It was difficult to believe what they were reporting — that the incident just now had been purely the doing of two drunken men driving recklessly at full speed.Damn it. They had nearly gotten my wife killed, careening wildly behind the wheel under the influence of alcohol — or perhaps even illegal substances."Don't let them go so easily. I have a feeling those bastards were only being used as bait," I said coldly, because the whole thing felt far too convenient. Besides, what kind of lunatic drives a car while blackout drunk?"Understood, Sir. We will carry it out," answered my subordinate on the other end of the line before cutting the call.I exhaled a long,
My eyelids parted slowly as a thread of soothing aromatherapy pierced my senses. The first thing my returning consciousness registered was Emelia's beautiful face, her eyes fixed on mine with a shimmer of anxious worry. Without a moment's hesitation, I pushed myself upright from where I lay and gathered her slight, delicate frame tightly into my arms. I buried my face deep in the hollow of my wife's neck, drawing in the natural scent of her skin — a fragrance that never once failed to quiet the storm raging through my nerves.Because I knew, with absolute certainty, that no medicine in this world could deliver me from the torment of this sympathetic pregnancy. Only Emelia. Only the intoxicating perfume of her body could dissolve my nausea in an instant, like a remedy conjured from something far beyond science.I sank deeper sti
With a body that felt remarkably healthier and more vigorous, I led Emelia out of the bedroom. My little wife looked wonderfully refreshed as well, a radiant glow of happiness shining clearly from her beautiful face as we walked side by side toward the family dining room.There, our parents had already gathered and were seated, waiting for our arrival. I could see unmistakable pride etched deeply into their expressions. However, my attention was immediately and entirely drawn to the several dishes laid out across the long dining table.Every variety of morning-sickness-prevention food had been arranged with meticulous perfection — from sliced fresh fruits, warm milk specially formulated for expectant mothers, whole-grain bread, to appetizing low-fat roasted meat.
POV SamuelI stood frozen for several seconds, trying to process Emelia's most unusual request. How could she, on this very morning, with that innocent face of hers, whine about wanting to treat my manhood as though it were an ice cream cone?At first, a wave of strong hesitation washed over me — I was worried about her condition, being in the early stages of pregnancy. But the moment I reminded myself that this was driven by the hormones of our unborn child, I finally surrendered. I loosened the firm grip of my hand and allowed my little wife to begin freeing my precious length from the confines of my trousers.It started as nothing more than the faintest, most tentative brush of her fingers. But slowly, steadily, Emelia began to wrap her hand around it with gro
"Emelia… you're not delirious, are you?" Samuel asked, making sure. His pair of eagle-like eyes fixed on me intently, their gleam a tangled mixture of surprise and curiosity.Without a single trace of hesitation, I gave a firm nod. I held his gaze with a look of the deepest, most earnest pleading, while my palm slowly glided downward, tracing circles across his broad chest in a provocative, unhurried caress."Hmm… I don't know why either, Samuel. But tonight, I truly want you. I… I want us to do it," I answered honestly, stripping away every last shred of my shame in order to silence the strange, tormenting urge that had taken hold of my body."But you're in your early pregnancy, Sweetheart. Is it medically safe for us to do this right now?" Samuel asked
Samuel's POVI had absolutely no problem enduring the lingering dizziness spinning inside my head, the nausea that had been churning my stomach, or even the fact that I hadn't been able to eat a single thing since earlier. All of that physical suffering evaporated in an insta
I truly felt that the man who was now my husband was insane.Yes, insane. Samuel De Leon had no sense of humanity at all. My entire body ached, especially my waist, which felt like it might break after having to pick up thousands of fallen leaves in that vast yard.I let out a long breath as I lay
“This is your room, Madam...”I looked at the room the servant had just shown me. It was quite large, even very spacious compared to my room in my old house, which only had a thin mattress that left my whole body sore every morning.“I sleep alone?” I asked directly. Considering my status as his le
POV Emelia.“Marry Mr. Samuel, Emelia!”I fell silent when Father asked me to marry a man I didn’t even know. I looked at him calmly. I knew something was wrong, considering how he had always favored Bianca, my younger sister, over me. It should have been Bianca, not me.“Why me? Why not Bianca?”







