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CHAPTER 48: NOT RUNNING

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Isla just said “good” and slipped back to bed. Sebastian looked at me like I had just handed him something fragile and priceless he never expected to hold again.

I hadn’t meant to. That was something I would have to examine later, when my heart wasn’t still hammering against my ribs and my brain wasn’t a mess of what the hell did I just do?

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The kitchen settled into a thick, weighted hush after her door clicked shut. It wasn’t awkward exactly, but it wasn’t peaceful either. More like the a
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  • PREGNANT BY THE CEO   CHAPTER 48: NOT RUNNING

    Isla just said “good” and slipped back to bed. Sebastian looked at me like I had just handed him something fragile and priceless he never expected to hold again.I hadn’t meant to. That was something I would have to examine later, when my heart wasn’t still hammering against my ribs and my brain wasn’t a mess of what the hell did I just do?-----The kitchen settled into a thick, weighted hush after her door clicked shut. It wasn’t awkward exactly, but it wasn’t peaceful either. More like the air was holding its breath along with us. Sebastian’s gaze found mine across the table, searching. I held it for a second, then looked away, suddenly too aware of my own heartbeat. Neither of us spoke about Isla’s quiet acceptance, how she just walked in at midnight, taken in the sight of her father sitting there, offered a simple “good”, and returned to sleep as if the universe had finally aligned.We didn’t need words. The moment had landed hard, and we were both still reeling from the impact.

  • PREGNANT BY THE CEO   CHAPTER 47: GOOD

    Diana knew about Isla for six years and said nothing to her own son. The fragile grace I had been extending to her snapped back like a wire pulled too tight. It was ten minutes after she left when the full weight of it finally crashed over me.I sat still at my desk and let the truth land raw, refusing to soften or shrink it. Six years. The number refused to diminish. The original sixteen I had slowly made peace with, the forged transfer, my mother’s misguided protection, the entire architecture Victor had built. Those now had names. Sharp, and defined shapes I could grasp.But Diana had known for six years. She learned the truth two years after the investigator’s report and chose silence every single day afterward. She had sat beside Sebastian during that interview, listening as he said, “I don’t know. That’s an honest answer. I genuinely don’t know.” All while carrying the truth inside her like a hidden blade.She had come to my apartment, spoken of the man she loved before Victor

  • PREGNANT BY THE CEO   CHAPTER 46: TIRED OF QUIET

    He burned every bridge to his father, his board, and the whole Hale family image in one single statement. And he hadn’t asked me for a damn thank you.I thought about that all Sunday morning while the story kept churning. He didn’t call afterward. No texts asking if I was okay, if I needed anything, or if I was furious about him dropping it without warning. He just did it and then gave me space. That told me he was finally learning that doing the right thing doesn’t mean you get a pat on the back for it. Most people never figure that out. I went back to work anyway.------The next four days were brutal. The kind of loud, messy noise that happens when people who don’t know shit about your life start rewriting it from headlines and gossip. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Clients poking around, vendors getting twitchy, two journalists who got nothing but polished silence from Sandra. Jade called twice a day, once with real info, once just to check I wasn’t cracking. Marcus started pla

  • PREGNANT BY THE CEO   CHAPTER 45: WITHOUT PERMISSION

    Victor had gone public. He said my daughter’s name was in a goddamn press conference, and I figured I had about three hours before this whole thing exploded, and I couldn’t put it back in the box.I pulled over on a quiet side street and sat there in the car for exactly ninety seconds. Not to pull myself together, just to feel it. The hot spike of fury. The colder fear underneath it, that had nothing to do with my company or my reputation and everything to do with my sixteen-year-old kid, who had spent her morning meeting her father for the first time and was now somewhere out there with her name already getting tossed around like trash on the news.Ninety seconds. Then I grabbed my phone. My lawyer picked up on the first ring.“I’m watching it,” she said, no hello, straight in. “He went way further than the filing. Three statements we can actually go after. We need to hit back before this shit sticks.” Her voice was clipped and urgent. “I need a public statement from you, facts onl

  • PREGNANT BY THE CEO   CHAPTER 44: HE CHOSE TODAY

    My daughter didn’t hate him. The girl who had every damn right to hate him had sat across from Sebastian Hale for a whole hour and decided not to. Just like that.I wasn’t as far along as I wanted to be. Not even close. I sat with her words for a second, letting them sink in.“Yeah,” I finally said. “Probably.”She gave me this small nod, like she had already guessed I would say that and had made her peace with it. She leaned over and kissed my cheek, warm, quick, familiar, then grabbed her bag. “I’m gonna walk home Mom. I need some air.” And just like that, she was gone, weaving through the café tables with this quiet steadiness that made my chest ache. She had done something huge today, and she needed to sit with it by herself.I stayed put. Their empty chairs were still across the room, angled exactly how they’d left them. Two cups, half-drunk. The space felt different now, heavier, like it was holding onto what had just happened. From where I sat, I had seen it all, the same s

  • PREGNANT BY THE CEO   CHAPTER 43: THREE TABLES AWAY

    Isla had heard every word that night. The next morning, she was already sitting at the breakfast table when I walked in, waiting like she had made up her mind hours ago.She wasn’t standing at the counter eating cereal the way she usually did. Proper seat, back straight. She had been thinking hard.“This week,” she said the second I sat down with my coffee.“Isla…”“I heard what he said at the door.” Her voice was flat and honest. “I’ve been patient my whole damn life, Mom. I want to meet him. This week.”I looked at my daughter, sixteen, calm as hell, asking for the one thing that actually made sense, and remembered Sebastian standing in my doorway the night before, saying he had been sorry every single day before he walked away.“Saturday,” I said.She nodded once. Like she knew that was coming.-----I texted him later that morning. ‘ Saturday, at the coffee shop. Just you and Isla. I’ll send the address.’His reply popped up almost instantly: ‘I’ll be there. Thank you, Naomi.’I d

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