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Chapter 128: Preterm Labor

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The television screen glowed faintly against the dimmed bedroom. I leaned back against the pillows, one hand absentmindedly stroking the curve of my stomach, the other tangled with Zane’s larger, firmer hand. The news anchor’s voice was calm, clinical, but the words cut through like a blade:

"Sera Voss, fiancée of billionaire Zane Blackwood, was rushed to St. Augustine’s Hospital late last night following signs of preterm labor. Sources close to the family confirm she is currently under close monitoring…"

“Oh my God…” I whispered.

I swallowed, watching the ticker crawl across the bottom of the screen. My first instinct wasn’t pity. It wasn’t even concern. What I felt was a tangle of complicated emotions.

Zane cursed under his breath, his jaw tightening as he wrapped an arm around me. “Don’t look at that, Amara.”

“She’s… she’s pregnant, Zane. She’s in labor too early.” My voice shook.

“She’s reaping what she’s sown,” he muttered, though his tone wasn’t as steady as usual. His arm
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  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 128: Preterm Labor

    The television screen glowed faintly against the dimmed bedroom. I leaned back against the pillows, one hand absentmindedly stroking the curve of my stomach, the other tangled with Zane’s larger, firmer hand. The news anchor’s voice was calm, clinical, but the words cut through like a blade: "Sera Voss, fiancée of billionaire Zane Blackwood, was rushed to St. Augustine’s Hospital late last night following signs of preterm labor. Sources close to the family confirm she is currently under close monitoring…" “Oh my God…” I whispered. I swallowed, watching the ticker crawl across the bottom of the screen. My first instinct wasn’t pity. It wasn’t even concern. What I felt was a tangle of complicated emotions. Zane cursed under his breath, his jaw tightening as he wrapped an arm around me. “Don’t look at that, Amara.” “She’s… she’s pregnant, Zane. She’s in labor too early.” My voice shook. “She’s reaping what she’s sown,” he muttered, though his tone wasn’t as steady as usual. His arm

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 127: Banished Ghosts

    The rain hadn’t stopped all day. It drummed a lullaby against the glass walls of the penthouse, a soothing rhythm that seemed to hush the chaos of the outside world. The city below blurred under the misty haze, headlights gleaming faintly in the wet streets. In here, though, it felt like another world with only the sound of rain and the hum of my own heart as I lay against the pillows, curled up under a blanket that smelled faintly of Zane. He came into the bedroom without a word, shedding his jacket as he did, his tie falling away next. I watched every precise gesture as he moved, every ripple of muscle as he rolled up his shirt sleeves. He looked at me, and that one look alone made my pulse race. There was something softer in his eyes tonight, though, something cautious and reverent. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low, velvety, and it made me shiver. “Better,” I whispered, though nausea still lingered at the edges of me. I didn’t want to talk about that. I wanted to f

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 126: Restless Heartbeat

    The city glowed beneath me like a restless heartbeat, lights blinking in the distance as if mocking the heaviness sitting in my chest. I stood by the wide windows of Zane’s penthouse, one palm pressed against the glass, the other curved instinctively over my belly. My stomach wasn’t showing yet, but somehow I couldn’t stop touching it. The vibration of my phone startled me. I snatched it from the counter, heart racing. Leah’s name lit up the screen. For a second, I hesitated. A strange nervousness always clung to me now whenever she called, as though Zane’s warning not to share too much lived in the air between us. Still, I answered. “Leah?” I whispered. Her voice was low, fragile. “Amara… I don’t even know if I should be telling you this, but I can’t keep it to myself. I was at Catherine’s today. I saw Sera.” My chest tightened. “Okay. What happened?” “She broke down,” Leah said, her tone almost trembling. “Completely broke down. She was sobbing, screaming, begging Catherine to

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 125: Cracks in the Façade

    The sound of my phone buzzing jolted me awake. For a moment, the soft cocoon of Zane’s arms around me almost convinced me to ignore it. His body was warm at my back, his breathing steady against the nape of my neck. But the vibration persisted, pulling me into wakefulness. Marcus’s name flashed across the screen. “Answer it,” Zane’s gravelly morning voice rumbled against my shoulder. His lips brushed my skin, half-kiss, half-command. I slid out of bed, tugging his shirt down over my thighs. The penthouse windows glowed with early light, the city stretching below, already alive and restless. “Marcus?” I whispered, stepping into the quiet of the sitting room. “Morning,” he said briskly, though his tone carried the thrill of someone sitting on dynamite. “I’ve got something. Offshore accounts. Multiple shells tied to Catherine and by extension, Sera.” My stomach tightened. “How solid is it?” “Rock solid. Transfers, signatures, dates. Some of the money overlaps with campaign funds sh

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 124: Fragile Moments

    The nausea came fast, violent, and unforgiving. One moment I was sitting across from Zane on the sofa, sipping water and pretending I wasn’t dizzy, the next I was sprinting to the bathroom, gripping the sink as my body heaved. My throat burned, my skin clammy. It was awful and humiliating. “Amara.” His voice was deep, urgent. Zane appeared behind me, one hand holding my hair, the other rubbing my back in slow circles. He didn’t flinch at the sound of me retching or the mess of it. He stayed, calm, steady, his presence overwhelming. When I finally lifted my head, my reflection startled me. Pale skin, bloodless lips, eyes hollow with exhaustion. My pride shriveled. “I’m fine,” I whispered, though the lie sounded thin. “You’re not fine.” His voice was sharp, commanding, the edge of fear disguised as anger. “I’ve been worse.” I tried to walk past him, but he blocked me with his arm, pinning me to the doorway. “You’re carrying my child,” he said in a low growl. “Don’t you dare minim

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 123: Fire With Fire

    The fallout hit like a storm.By morning, the entire city was humming with scandal. The photographs Marcus had given us were everywhere, on television panels, gossip blogs, even respectable news outlets. Sera and Julian’s names were trending, their images plastered with dramatic captions. The word affair was in everyone’s mouths.Catherine’s response was as swift as it was vicious.“Amara Ibe.” My name slid off Catherine’s tongue with venom as she sat at a marble desk surrounded by Sera and a few carefully chosen allies. I could almost picture her there, perfectly groomed, diamonds glittering like armor. “She’s the problem. She’s been the problem since the day she walked back into this family.”Sera sniffled beside her, clutching a tissue. “She’s trying to ruin me, Mother-in-law. She wants to destroy my marriage.”“You destroyed your marriage the moment you spread your legs for Julian,” Catherine snapped, before softening her tone. “But we’ll spin this. We’ll make sure the world sees

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