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The next morning, Cassandra woke up early. Her head was pounding from all the wine and arguments with Vanessa the night before. But as soon as she remembered Marcus, her lips curved into a small smile. She picked up her phone and called him immediately. “Hello, baby,” Marcus said from the other end, his voice smooth and calm. “I was about to call you.” Cassandra smiled. “You miss me already?” “Of course,” Marcus replied quickly. “I couldn’t sleep without hearing your voice.” Her heart melted instantly. “You’re sweet,” she whispered. “I hope the money helped you.” “It did,” Marcus said quickly. “I already started the business move. I’m planning to travel soon to handle things.” “Travel?” Cassandra asked, sounding worried. “Where to?” “Just a short trip, baby. Nothing serious,” Marcus replied. “You trust me, right?” “Of course,” Cassandra said softly, though her heart felt uneasy. After the call ended, she sat there smiling, convincing herself that Marcus truly loved h
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The evening breeze was warm, and soft music filled the quiet bar where Cassandra and Vanessa sat. The lights were dim, the place classy — just the kind of spot Cassandra loved. She sipped slowly from her glass of red wine, her diamond earrings glittering under the soft light. Vanessa sat across from her, flipping through her phone, looking bored. “You’ve been too quiet lately,” she said finally. “What’s going on with you? You look like someone carrying the whole world on her head.” Cassandra sighed deeply and glanced around to be sure no one was listening. “You won’t understand, Vanessa.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Try me. I’m your best friend, remember?” Cassandra hesitated, then took another sip of wine. “I did something stupid.” Vanessa’s brows went up. “What did you do this time?” Cassandra leaned closer. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I gave Marcus forty million naira.” Vanessa’s phone slipped from her hand and hit the table with a loud *clack*. “You did wha
Too Late , I am Carrying His Child Chapter 88
The morning started quietly in Nathaniel’s mansion, but the peace didn’t last long. Nathaniel came downstairs with a file in his hand, his face looking angry and tired. Cassandra was sitting on the sofa, painting her nails, pretending not to notice the tension in the air. “Cassandra,” he called sharply. She looked up, blinking fast. “Yes, honey?” He dropped the file on the table. “What is the meaning of this?” Her eyes darted to the papers, then back to him. “What?” Nathaniel crossed his arms. “Don’t play dumb with me. Fifty million naira is missing from the family’s general account. I checked the records — you withdrew it last week. What did you use that money for?” Cassandra’s hand froze halfway through her nail polish. Her heart skipped. “Fifty million?” she repeated slowly, pretending to be surprised. “Yes, Cassandra! Fifty million!” Nathaniel’s voice rose. “What did you do with it?” She gave a nervous laugh, trying to act calm. “Oh, that... I, um, I went shoppin
Too Late , I am Carrying His Child Chapter 87
When they got back home that evening, the house was quiet at first. Savannah carried the baby carefully in her arms while Adrian held the door open for her. Everything felt peaceful — until Aunt Lisa’s voice echoed from the living room. “Ah, my children, you’re back!” she said, standing up from the couch. “Where did you two disappear to since morning?” Savannah smiled softly. “We just went out to relax a little.” Aunt Lisa’s sharp eyes went straight to Savannah’s hand. “Wait—wait a minute!” she gasped, pointing. “What is that on your finger?!” Savannah froze, her cheeks turning pink. Adrian tried to hide a smile, but it was too late. Aunt Lisa ran closer, her mouth wide open. “Is that… is that what I think it is?!” Savannah blushed, nodding shyly. “Yes, Auntie.” Aunt Lisa screamed in excitement. “Ahhh! Praise the Lord! He has finally done it!” She started clapping and shouting, drawing the attention of the maids. Within seconds, everyone rushed into the sitting room. “
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The morning started like any other. The air was fresh, the baby was asleep, and Savannah was busy arranging flowers in a vase near the dining table. Adrian had gone out early, saying he had a few errands to run. She didn’t think much about it. She hummed a quiet tune while the sunlight poured through the big window, lighting up the whole room. The house was calm, filled with the faint smell of Aunt Lisa’s breakfast muffins. Savannah smiled as she placed a yellow rose in the center of the vase. After a while, one of the maids came in with a grin. “Madam, sir said you should get ready. He wants to take you out.” Savannah turned, surprised. “Out? Now?” “Yes, ma’am. He said it’s something special.” She frowned but smiled softly. “Alright, give me a few minutes.” She went to her room, changed into a simple white dress, and brushed her long hair. She didn’t want to overthink it. Maybe he wanted to cheer her up, or maybe he just wanted them to spend some time together. When Adr
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The sun was kind and warm. Not too hot. A soft wind moved the leaves. Savannah sat on a wooden bench under the big oak tree. The baby lay in a small stroller next to her, sleeping with his tiny hand curled around his blanket.Adrian came back from the kitchen with a small basket. He smiled when he saw her. “I packed some tea and bread,” he said. “And a little cake Aunt Lisa made.”Savannah laughed. “Aunt Lisa and her cakes. I should have known.” She reached out and touched the blanket over the baby carefully. He kicked once and gave a tiny sound. Savannah’s face lit up.They sat close. The garden smelled like fresh grass and wet earth from the morning rain. Birds sang. Far away, a child laughed by the fountain. The house felt peaceful and safe.Adrian set the basket on the small table and poured two cups of tea. He put one cup by Savannah’s hand. “Drink,” he said. “You must keep your strength.”She took a small sip and closed her eyes for a moment. “It tastes good,” she whispere
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