Semua Bab Pregnant for my husband’s father : Bab 51 - Bab 56

Clara’s POVI walked back into the ballroom, smoothing my dress and trying to erase the image of what I’d just witnessed. But whatever calm I thought I had was shattered the moment I stepped in.And then I saw him.The King.Covered in blood.He stood tall, dominant, terrifying—his powerful frame soaked in deep red that dripped slowly from his claws to the polished marble floor. In his arms was Amelia, unconscious, her head resting limply against his chest like a broken porcelain doll.Every eye was on him.No one spoke. No one moved.The music had long stopped. Even the air felt frozen.The only sound was the subtle drip… drip… drip of blood.“Everyone. Get. Out.” the King roared, his voice dark and primal.The room broke into chaos, no screams, no protests, just a sudden and desperate rush to obey. Guests practically tripped over one another as they scrambled out of the ballroom, skirts swishing, shoes clicking frantically against the floor.Two maids, visibly shaking, rushed forwar

Alex’s POVI sat there in the dimly lit room long after Ethan left, still stunned by the kiss, the rejection, and the ache in my chest that I just couldn’t shake. I stared blankly at the wall, letting the silence weigh on me like a punishment I deserved.What the hell was I thinking?I kissed him again. Let him touch me. Let myself feel something I shouldn’t. Something forbidden.I should hate him for walking away.But I hated myself more.I was having an affair with my best friend’s husband. Elena’s husband. And the worst part? I didn’t even want to stop.I didn’t plan this. I never wanted to feel this way. But it happened. And now, every time I see him with her, every time I watch him pretend like we’re nothing, it cuts deeper.I didn’t feel like going back to the masquerade ball. I didn’t want to face Ethan. I sure as hell didn’t want to see Elena, smiling like everything was perfect.Everything is not perfect.I needed to breathe. I needed something to numb this storm in my chest.

Elena’s POVI wanted to scream at him. I wanted to throw something—or maybe just walk away and never come back. But instead, I stood there… staring at the person I thought I knew better than anyone in the world.“You want to fix it?” I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “You think an apology just fixes something like this?”Alex didn’t speak. He just stood there, towel around his waist, guilt etched across every inch of his face.“I defended you,” I whispered, the words tearing out of me. “I defended you to everyone. When people said you were distant, or hard to read—I said they just didn’t know you like I did. I thought I knew you, Alex. I trusted you with everything in me.”He stepped forward, his voice gentle. “You still can—”“No, don’t.” I raised a hand, stopping him. “You didn’t just hide this. You let me make a fool of myself. Do you know how many times I played matchmaker, thinking I was helping my best friend find love—when really, you were just standing there, letting me do