Semua Bab Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father : Bab 91 - Bab 100

LIV’S POVThey resumed arguing after Martha said something. It was like walking into a conversation that had started long before I even existed.I stood there, numb and uninvited, watching the chaos unfold around me. Everyone was talking at once. Aaron, the security team, and the woman I now knew as Martha Rhys. Their voices overlapped and were thick with accusation and pain. None of them noticed me. I might as well have been wallpaper."What the hell were you thinking, calling her?" Kaelon's voice was a low growl, dangerous and sharp.Aaron crossed his arms, unbothered. "Calling who?"Kaelon's hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Don't play dumb with me, Aaron! How long have you been talking to her behind my back?" He asked through gritted teeth."Oh, for Christ's sake!" Martha suddenly snapped, stepping forward, her heels clicking sharply on the marble. "Stop scolding my son like he's some disobedient child!"Kaelon turned to her, his jaw tight and eyes blazing. He looked read

LIV’S POVJust as I finished dressing up, Kaelon took a few steps towards me and cradled my face in his large, warm hands and kissed my forehead. There was something different in the way he looked at me then. It wasn’t lust. It wasn't a possession. It was something deeper, raw, intense, almost frightening in its honesty.I couldn’t say a word. My lips were swollen. My thoughts were jumbled. My legs barely held me up as he pulled me into his arms, whispering against my hair, "Come upstairs with me. Let me show you your room."His room.Our room?I followed him, barefoot and a little dizzy from what just happened. He opened the door to a guest room, but it looked like nothing like that. The pale ivory walls were soft and feminine, and the bed was large and inviting, with velvet throw pillows arranged like a royal display. Sunlight streamed in through sheer curtains. It smelled like lavender and Kaelon."You’ll stay here," he said, watching me for my reaction. "I want you here. With m

VIV’S POVThe Blackwood Mansion has always been magnificent up close. It had the kind of beauty that slapped you in the face, then dared you to be worthy of it. But I knew better than to go close to it.Kaelon might think that I was here to steal and might use that against me. I sighed.I walked with Martha towards the sidewalk leading up to the main estate. It was as if she was treading with caution too. But the walk still felt longer than it should have, mostly because I was waddling like a penguin and trying to keep the tension in my chest from boiling over. Martha Rhys walked in front of me, measured and composed, the kind of woman who had probably learned to weaponize silence before she learned to speak.We didn’t talk until we entered the shaded terrace far away from any of the cameras that might be watching. Kaelon was smart, he will know about this meeting, but what he won’t know, is what it was about.The common idea would be that I want to tell her that I’m carrying Aaron’s

LIV’S POVI barely got both feet through the door before the smell of something sweet. Probably Rose’s famous honey buns welcomed me. Then came the squeals."She's back!"Arms wrapped around me from all directions, warm bodies pressing in with laughter and excited chatter. I dropped my purse by the side table and hugged my girls back. The familiar chaos of home was comforting."Paris was too short," Vio said, squeezing my shoulders."You look tired though," Rose noted, stepping back to assess me like I was a dress she was about to tailor.Lara crossed her arms with a smug look. "Let me guess. Lover boy Kaelon cut it short?"Rose and Vio broke into laughter. I rolled my eyes and gave them a half-smile."It wasn’t like that," I said, heading for the kitchen where someone had opened a bottle of rosé. I reached for a glass, then stopped myself. Old habit. "It’s been a long day. Aaron called his mom, Martha Rhys and she flew in from wherever the fuck she’s been hiding all these years."The

KAELON’S POVThe silence in my study was a balm, at least for the first few seconds. I sat behind my desk, a whiskey untouched in front of me, the ice long since melted. The warm amber liquid looked inviting, but I knew better. I didn’t need a drink. I needed to set things right.Some control over the chaos that had become my life.A soft knock came at the door."Come in," I said, my voice as level as I could manage.Evelyn entered, her heels muffled against the thick rug. She was poised as always, clipboard in hand, dressed in one of her no-nonsense suits. The way she walked told me something was off before she even opened her mouth."Sir," she said, stopping a few feet from the desk. "We have new intel. I thought it best you heard it directly."I motioned for her to go on."It’s Liv," she said.Everything inside me stilled."She was visited yesterday right after she arrived at her friend’s place... by Martha."My grip tightened on the armrest. "Martha?"Evelyn nodded. "Yes, sir. We