LOGINChandria’s POV
"Ahh!" A sharp cry escaped my lips as unbearable pain shot through me. Tears streamed down my face as I gasped for breath, my entire body trembling. My vision blurred from the agony, and when I glanced up, my eyes locked onto Daniel.
For a brief moment, I saw his expression falter. His gaze fell to the crimson stain seeping between my thighs. He looked like he wanted to step forward, to come closer… but before he could, Catherine grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Oh, she's just acting!" Catherine sneered, rolling her eyes. "This is just one of her tricks. She loves attention, Daniel. You should know that by now."
I wanted to scream at her, to tell her she was wrong, that this pain was real. But my body was giving up on me. My head spun, my vision darkened, and the world around me began to fade. I felt myself slipping away, my strength draining fast.
"Daniel… please…" My voice was weak, barely a whisper. I couldn’t stand, couldn’t even lift myself off the cold floor. I saw Daniel hesitate again. His hand lifted slightly, as if reaching for me. For a second, I thought he would help me, that he would prove me wrong—that he wasn’t the cruel man he was pretending to be.
But I was wrong.
To my utter horror, he turned to his security guards and spoke in a cold, detached voice.
"Throw her outside."
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
"No! Daniel, please!" I begged, my voice desperate and raw. I reached out for him, but rough hands grabbed me before I could. The guards lifted me effortlessly, my weak body unable to resist them.
I sobbed, struggling, but I was too weak. "Please… don’t do this…!"
But my pleas fell on deaf ears.
As I was dragged away, I saw Catherine move closer to Daniel. Her lips curled into a victorious smirk before she pressed a kiss against his lips—right in front of me. My heart clenched painfully as Daniel stood still, his eyes locked on mine even as Catherine kissed him.
When she finally pulled away, she placed a hand on his chest, her voice dripping with fake concern.
"Don't worry about her," she cooed, trailing her fingers down his shirt. "She's nothing. Just a pathetic liar trying to get your sympathy. That blood? Probably staged. She’d do anything for attention, Daniel. Just forget about her."
Daniel said nothing.
Then, to my utter devastation, he let Catherine pull him away. He turned his back on me. I watched helplessly as his hand slid down to Catherine’s waist, holding her possessively.
And just like that, they disappeared from my sight.
The guards carried me outside like I was nothing more than trash. When they finally let go, my body crashed onto the hard ground. My face hit the cold pavement, sending a sharp sting through my cheek.
Pain consumed me.
I lay there, sobbing, my heart and body broken beyond repair.
I turned my head, my gaze falling on the mansion I once called home. Memories flooded my mind—laughter, whispers of love, stolen kisses, and warm embraces. All the moments I had shared with Daniel, all the love I had given him… it all meant nothing to him now.
"Daniel…" I whispered, my fingers twitching as I weakly reached out toward the mansion. As if somehow, if I just reached far enough, I could bring back what we had lost.
But before I could stretch my fingers any further, darkness swallowed me whole.
—
The sound of soft beeping pulled me from the abyss of unconsciousness. My eyelids fluttered open, my head pounding as I slowly registered my surroundings.
A hospital.
How did I even get here?
I tried to recall the last thing I remembered, but the moment I did, a sharp pain stabbed through my skull. I winced, my fingers instinctively clutching my forehead.
With a shaky breath, I forced myself to sit up. Every muscle in my body ached, but I needed answers.
Just as I managed to pull myself upright, a voice startled me.
"You’re finally awake, Ma’am Chandria."
My heart leaped in my chest. I turned my head toward the source of the voice, my breath catching when I recognized the man standing beside me.
It was Daniel’s butler.
"You…" My voice came out hoarse and weak. "Did you bring me here?"
The butler gave a small nod. "Yes, ma’am.”
A surge of memories flooded my mind—Daniel’s cold eyes, his betrayal, Catherine’s mocking smirk, and the unbearable pain that tore through my body. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, each beat sending a wave of agony through me. I felt like I couldn't breathe, as if the walls were closing in.
I buried my face in my hands, my sobs breaking free.
How could Daniel do this to me?
My fingers instinctively reached for the delicate bracelet around my wrist—the one Daniel had given me, a symbol of his so-called love. I had cherished it, believing it meant something. But now, it felt like a cruel joke.
If his love was never real… then why? Why lead me on? Why make me believe in something that never existed?
"Ma'am Chandria."
The butler's voice pulled me from my despair. I slowly lifted my head, my tear-streaked face contorted with pain. His expression was hesitant, but there was something else in his eyes—guilt.
"Sir Daniel has been cheating on you because you can't get pregnant," he said, his voice low but firm.
A sharp chill ran down my spine.
"What…?" My voice trembled. "No… that’s not true. It can’t be…"
I shook my head in disbelief. My entire world was crumbling, and I desperately clung to the hope that this was all some horrible misunderstanding.
"How?" My voice cracked. "Why… why are you only telling me this now?"
The butler exhaled heavily, looking away as if ashamed. "I wanted to tell you before, Ma’am Chandria. I really did. But I was afraid… afraid of what Sir—" He hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line before correcting himself. "Afraid of what Lord Daniel would do."
His words sent a new wave of unease through me.
Lord Daniel?
The title felt… foreign. Wrong.
A shiver ran through me. "What do you mean?"
The butler clenched his fists. "Ma’am… he’s not who you think he is. And for your own safety, you must leave. If Lord Daniel finds out that you’re pregnant with his child…"
I froze.
My breath hitched.
"P-Pregnant?" The word barely escaped my lips. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, my fingers trembling.
A child… Daniel’s child?
That’s why I had been bleeding. That’s why I had collapsed.
My heart pounded violently against my ribs, shock crashing into me like a tidal wave. I was carrying his baby.
"Yes, Ma’am," the butler confirmed, his voice grave. "And you don’t truly know who Lord Daniel is."
I stared at him, my body paralyzed. "W-What are you saying?"
The butler took a deep breath before finally revealing the truth.
"Daniel is not just a businessman. He is a mafia lord. A criminal. Ruthless and merciless." His words sent ice through my veins. "He has done terrible things, Ma’am. Things you cannot even imagine."
No…
No, this couldn't be true.
I shook my head furiously, refusing to believe it. "No… you're lying! Daniel isn’t like that! He needs to know. He needs to know about the baby. Maybe—maybe he’ll change. Maybe he’ll see me differently if he knows we have a child together!"
Desperation clawed at my chest. I couldn’t give up. Daniel had to know. Maybe there was still hope…
I tried to push myself out of bed, but the butler quickly stepped forward, gently but firmly holding me back.
"It’s too risky, Ma’am Chandria," he said urgently. "And even if you tell him, he will not claim the child. He will not take responsibility. He already has Catherine living with him in the mansion. His future has already been decided."
A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my chest.
It hurt.
It hurt more than anything.
Daniel had chosen her.
Daniel had abandoned me.
I was alone.
My lips parted, but no words came out—only silent, broken sobs.
The butler sighed, his expression heavy with sorrow. "This is the least I could do for you, Ma’am. Getting you to the hospital… giving you this warning. After this, I can do no more. I hope you find a way to move forward."
I watched as he walked to the door, his back straight, his movements steady. And then he left, closing the door behind him.
Alone with my shattered heart… and the life growing inside me.
Chandria’s POV“Daniel, honey! Wait up!”Her voice followed me as I walked down the hallway, my steps heavy against the marble floor.“In my study room,” I muttered without looking back.“Please, come on, talk to me. Don’t tell me you’re still affected by her—by what you saw. We all know it’s fake. She’s not really pregnant.”I stopped in my tracks. For a moment, I didn’t move. I could feel the heat rising in my chest, the kind that burns slow before it explodes. I turned around and looked at her. She was standing there with her arms folded, pretending to understand what was going on.“You really don’t understand, do you?” I said, my voice low but sharp.“What do I not understand?” she asked, blinking at me like she was trying to piece things together.I raised my hand and pointed toward the window, out to where I knew Chandria was. “You don’t understand who she’s with!”She frowned, confused. “I know who he is. His name is Aiden Morelli—”I cut her off before she could finish. “And h
Chandria’s POV“Aiden,” I called softly.He didn’t answer. He just shot me a cold stare from the side, and that was enough to tell me he wasn’t in the mood. His jaw was tight when we got back to the store and picked up the equipment.“Just… forget what I asked you,” he mumbled, looking away. “Let’s just go home. We already got what we needed. You did your checkup. And in a few days, I’ll be gone anyway. I’ll go on that trip and leave you.”His words felt like I was stabbing my own chest.“Aiden…”He didn’t listen. He walked off quickly toward the exit, and of course, I followed him.By the time we got inside the car, the air was thick. He started the engine without saying a single word. The sound filled the empty space between us. I sat there quietly, my hands resting on my lap, trying not to make things worse.He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.“Aiden… I actually do—”“Enough, Chandria!” he shouted, making me flinch. His voice was sharp, rough with ang
Chandria’s POVAnd he wasn't alone.He was with her.“Well, look who it is. It's finally nice to see you here, Chandria…”She looked me up and down, slow and deliberate, from my hair to my shoes. I felt like a thing being inspected and judged. My insides twisted up.“Catherine,” the name left my mouth as if I had tasted poison.My heart was running wild, hammering against my ribs like it was desperate to escape.Of all the places in the world, of all the times, this was when I saw them.Daniel had his arm wrapped around her waist. His hand rested right below a visible curve. I stared at the faint bump forming on her belly.My eyes snapped back to Daniel. He wasn't even looking at me. He was looking past me, staring straight at the man I was with.“Daniel Collins,” Aiden said. His voice was too relaxed, too casual, like he was greeting an old friend instead of a bitter enemy. “Just the guy I wanted to kill.”Catherine flinched. Her eyes went wide for a second before she quickly regained
Chandria’s POVAiden got out first. He walked around to my side and opened the door for me. I don’t know why, but that small gesture made my heart raised.I was about to head straight toward the entrance when I suddenly felt his hand grab mine. It wasn’t rough, but it was firm enough to make me stop. Our fingers kind of just… fit together. For a second, I froze. When I looked at him, he was already looking at me—like he was seeing something that made him think.His eyes were deep, quiet, and honestly, I didn’t know what to do. There was something about his gaze that made me lose all words.“I just want to make sure you stay beside me.”I nodded, pretending it was no big deal, but my heart disagreed. It was pounding so fast I thought he could hear it.Inside the mall, everything was loud—people were talking, shoes tapping against the floor, the music playing. But somehow, all I could think about was his hand still holding mine.Then I noticed it.The looks.A lot of women were glancing
Chandria's POV“Mr. and Mrs. Morelli, are you here?”The nurse’s voice echoed in the hallway.Aiden stood up right away. “We’re here,” he said. He looked at me and helped me stand, his hand gently supporting my arm.We walked into the doctor’s office. The smell hit me instantly—antiseptic, medicine, vitamins, and that cold air from the air conditioner that made my skin tingle. Everything felt too clean.The doctor looked up from her desk and smiled politely. “Come in, please. You can sit here.”She pointed at the chair in front of her desk, so I sat down. Aiden took the seat right across from me, his leg bouncing lightly. He looked like he didn’t know what to do with his hands.“So,” the doctor said, flipping through a chart, “how many months are you pregnant?”I took a second before answering. “Around two months. Going on three.”She nodded while jotting something down on her clipboard. That’s when it hit me—it’s only been a few months since I met Aiden. Just a few months, but it fee
Chandria’s POV“Chandria, talk to me.”His voice followed me. I didn’t even glance at him. I just kept walking, my hand pressed against my stomach. Every word he said was still echoing in my head, like they got stamped there. I couldn’t bear to hear another one. So I pretended I didn’t. I just kept moving.My chest was tight, and I could barely breathe. I clutched my purse with one hand and adjusted the dress he gave me.Before I could take another step, he moved in front of me, blocking my way. His shadow fell over me, and I froze. He was looking down, his jaw tight, eyes burning with anger.“I said, talk to me! Why aren’t you even hearing me?”His tone made me flinch. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I’m not feeling well. It’s probably my morning sickness.”I lied straight to his face.For a second, something flickered in his eyes—shock, maybe worry—but it was gone as fast as it came. The coldness came back, sharper than before.“In th







