Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unfortunately, I Got Pregnant For My Bully: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Adrian stormed back into his room, his jaw tight and eyes flaming with rage.“I told him to stay away from her! She’s my wife, for crying out loud!” Adrian shouted, pacing in circles, trying to convince himself that what he did was right.After a few moments, he paused. “She said she was claustrophobic, could that be true?” He muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes.Then as if something struck within him, he shook his head, disregarding the thought. “She's lying. She's just looking for means to escape being punished. She wants to manipulate me again—but this time, it won't work.He paced for a few more minutes, but it was as if he was at war with his conscience. Unable to take it anymore, he stormed out of his room.He needed to check up and confirm that she was okay and that he hasn't really gone too far.***Betty stood near the door, her hands trembling as she clutched her robe tighter around herself. She had tried to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw Ria’s terrif

"Mom… I almost died…" Olivia cried into her mother's arms, her body shaking as she relived that tragic incident that could have taken her life."Shhssh…but you didn't die baby. You're safe now," Margaret whispered softly, stroking her back as she tried to calm Olivia who was sobbing deeply.“I was just lucky. If that truck had hit me…” Olivia’s voice cracked, her throat tightening. “We would be saying a different thing by now.”Margaret hugged her daughter tighter to herself, her chest heaving as she swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn't even want to think about it—she didn't want to consider the possibility that she could have lost her daughter forever.“Don’t say that, Olivia. Don't mention that tragic incident. You're not dead and that's all that matters.” “If…If…If he hadn't taken that quick swerve, mom…” Olivia stammered, tears spilling faster as she buried her face into her mother’s shoulder. Her voice trembled so much that her words barely formed.“Shush… can you please

Ria slowly opened her eyes. She blinked against the light a few times, confused as she looked around the unfamiliar room. Where am I? How did I get here? She thought as her mind struggled to piece things together. The last thing she remembered was Adrian locking her up. Her body immediately shivered just from the memory, a wave of fear washing over her.The steady beeping of machines and the sharp smell of antiseptic hit her, and that was when she realized—she was in a hospital.She stirred slightly, shifting her body and that was when she noticed she wasn’t alone.Antonio was sitting beside her bed, his large hand gently wrapped around her smaller one. Just the feel of his hand made her feel warm and somehow… safe. Her eyes slowly followed the shape of his face. His dark hair was messy, like he had run his fingers through it over and over. His lips were slightly parted, his broad shoulders were stiff—even in sleep, he looked tense and alert—like he was ready to spring into action. Hi

Everywhere was dark, and then there was a voice screaming.“Please! Please don’t do this—!”Just then, another voice came through, it was deep, slurred and full of venom.“You stupid, ungrateful woman! You think I don’t know what you are?!”“Let go of me! You’re hurting me!” the woman's voice cried out again.Alexander blinked as the sound pierced through his ears, disrupting his peaceful sleep.He opened his eyes as he stared around. He was back in that old creaky house with stains all over the walls and a roof with so many holes that it leaks whenever it rains.He looked down at his small hands and then at his legs that were barely able to reach the edge of the bed.The loud voice came through again.“I said shut up!” the man roared. There was a loud crash, followed by a whimper. “How many times do I have to teach you your place?!”Alexander's chest tightened. Every aorta of sleep disappeared from his eyes. He jumped out of bed, his feet bare on the cold floor. He tiptoed slowly to

Ricardo stepped into the room with a cautious expression, phone in hand. “It’s your mother,” he said simply, holding it out.Antonio stood by the mirror, buttoning his dark blue shirt. He didn’t even bother to glance up at Ricardo's words, rather all this attention was on his reflection staring back at him. He didn't rush, he just took his time buttoning the shirt like he got all the time in the world.“Put it on speaker,” he said without any expression on his handsome face.Ricardo tapped the screen and laid the phone on the nearby dresser. A beat later, a familiar voice blasted from the speaker."Alexander! Or should I say, Antonio Giuseppe Moretti!”Antonio didn’t flinch. He continued buttoning the last button on his shirt, his eyes still fixed on his reflection. His expression was calm, indifferent—even as her voice climbed the highest pitch.“So now you don’t pick your mother’s calls anymore? Is that how I raised you? Do you know how many times I’ve called this week alone? What i