Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

KaelonThe moment her lips crashed into mine, I was stunned. I hadn’t seen it coming, not from her—the woman I had just found up on the rooftop, screaming her lungs out like her world had come crashing down. I stood there, frozen for a beat, feeling her hands grip my collar, pulling me closer. I could taste the alcohol on her lips, bitter and sharp, but beneath it... there was something else. I pulled away. “Whatever caused you to be like this is not worth it. After tonight, trust me you'll feel better." I wasn't going to have someone kill herself at my hotel and worse on my son's wedding day. She smiled, said nothing but leaned in again and continued assaulting my lips with the most stimulating kiss I have had in a long time.I knew I should push her away. Hell, I wanted to push her away, but something about the way she kissed me—the desperation, the raw emotion—tugged at something deep inside me. I hadn’t kissed anyone like this in years. Decades, even. It wasn’t just about lus

LivI slammed the trunk of my car shut, my hands trembling as the weight of my decision settled in. The sun had barely begun to rise, casting long shadows across the hotel parking lot. I stood there for a moment, staring at the car Aaron had given me for my birthday last year. One of the things he loved to do was shower me with expensive gifts. I hated them all, but loved the red ferrari portofino he got me last year. Now I bet I love this car thrice as much as I hate his cheating ass!I pulled my phone from my pocket, the screen lighting up with another call from my mother. Not again. I sighed and answered, knowing exactly what was coming.“Liv! What the hell do you think you're doing?!” she barked, her voice already frantic. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Everyone’s talking about it! The embarrassment—God, the embarrassment you’ve caused me, your father, everyone!”“My father has nothing to do with this!” I replied coldly as I placed my little travel box into the car trun

Liv’s POVI took hurried steps down the hallway, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath me. My mind was a storm of confusion and disbelief, replaying the chaos that had erupted downstairs. What the hell just happened?How could Aaron’s father be the man I slept with last night? Kaelon Blackwood. The name alone sent a shiver down my spine. His presence was enough to set my body on fire and make everything stand still. He held that kind of power. He was magnetic, overwhelming, and utterly infuriating. And last night, I had been so swept up in the moment, so blinded by the haze of alcohol and my shattered heart, that I hadn’t even recognized him. How had I not realized it was him? His face, his voice, it all felt so obvious now. And yet, I had been too caught up in the moment, in the heat of his touch, to notice. But what about him? Had he recognized me? Did he know I was his son’s fiancée when he kissed me, touched me, took me apart piece by piece? The thought mad

Liv's POV I prayed not to meet either of them, but I was answered with the worst of them.“Thanks,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t respond, his expression unreadable as he carried the suitcase down the stairs. I followed behind him, my eyes drawn to the way he moved with such ease, like the weight of the world or my baggage didn’t even faze him. When we reached the bottom of the staircase, he set the suitcase down gently and brought out the handle to roll the box. His eyes briefly met mine. His gaze was piercing, and for a moment, I thought he was going to say something, but he remained silent. “Why are you helping me?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Kaelon’s lips twitched into something that was almost a smirk, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Let’s just say I prefer not to watch someone struggle unnecessarily.” I frowned, unsure whether to take his words as an insult or a compliment. “I could have managed on my own.” “Of

Liv's POVI knew they wouldn’t let me dodge their questions much longer, and when Lara leaned forward, her sharp brown eyes boring into mine, I sighed. “Alright,” I said, my voice shaky but steady enough. “You want to know what happened? Fine.” “Where do I even start?” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “The beginning is usually a good place,” Lara said dryly. I rolled my eyes but began recounting everything. Rose and Vio exchanged concerned glances, while Lara settled deeper into her chair, her expression expectant. I took a deep breath and began. “I walked in on them, Vivienne and Aaron. In our hotel room. Having sex.” The silence that followed was deafening. “They couldn’t even wait,” I continued, bitterness thick in my voice. “Not for the wedding to happen, not for the party to end. No, they just went ahead and had the time of their lives, as if the entire evening wasn’t supposed to be about us.” I pushed on, my words tumbling out now. “And while that wa