Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father : Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

ROWENThe meeting had ended exactly how I wanted. I walked out of the conference room in my Milan-tailored charcoal suit, my steps steady as the investors followed behind, still wearing the exhausted, nervous expressions of men who had just handed over something valuable and weren’t sure if they’d made a deal with the devil.Because they had."Mr. Grayson, we’ll await your legal team’s schedule to finalize the property transition," the older of the three men said, wiping sweat from his brow even though the room had been chilled to a polite sixteen degrees.I stopped, turned slightly. “My legal team will reach out before morning. Expect the transfer to be complete within the next seventy-two hours.”They nodded, eager, almost too eager. Greed does that to men. Makes them blind to the wolves.I didn’t shake hands. I never did after a sealed deal.Outside the building, James was waiting by the Bentley, already holding the door open. I got in, the faint scent of the leather and the cust

Elora's POV I turned in bed slowly, still warm and lazy in the sheets. My body ached in the best way possible, a quiet, pulsing reminder of the night before. My legs brushed against the soft sheets, and I sighed.The memorable events of last night flashed across my mind, but my eyes were still closed. A smile tugged at my lips.God, his kisses. I could have sworn it was a dream if I wasn’t still lying on these soft silk sheets with his rich oud cologne flooding my nostrils. And senses. I bit my bottom lip, replaying the way Rowen had kissed me. He kissed me like he would never see me again. Like he needed it as badly as I did. My fingers curled lightly into the pillow as the rest of it came back in flashes. From his hands, his voice, the way he tasted every inch of me before taking his time to ruin me on that couch. I was blushing, and no one was even looking.I covered my face with both hands. “Jesus Christ, Elora,” I whispered into the darkness.Did I let myself go like that?I

ETHANI stood frozen by the edge of my desk, watching as Elora walked out with her head high and that tailored dress hugging her like a second skin.Something wasn’t right.She was always composed, yes, but this… this was different. The way she spoke back. The way she looked me in the eye was like I didn’t scare her anymore. The way she smelled like old money and designer confidence.She wasn’t the Elora Miller I’d carefully manipulated. She wasn’t the girl who blushed every time I leaned in, the one who looked like she’d shatter if I raised my voice.Something or someone had gotten to her.And whoever it was had given her exactly what I was trying to take: power.I clenched my jaw. That wasn’t part of the plan.I needed her to be meek, needy, and dependent.Now she was walking out of here with her head held higher than mine, and this might influence everything.I’d already decided to get rid of my secretary. That boy was too careless to be trusted around sensitive moves. But now… now

ELORAI waited till I noticed my mother’s skirt swaying behind the doors and the sound of the door lock clicking in place, before I turned towards the cool and calm night air. The night was filled with the gentle hum of crickets. I stepped out of the house slowly, the porch lights casting a soft, amber glow over the dusty path that led through the low wooden fence of the ranch. The familiar sound of rustling leaves and the scent of damp earth surrounded me. Even with all the beauty of this quiet place, my heart felt heavy with the guilt of the lie I had just told my parents.Lying had never come easily to me. It wasn’t in my nature. But tonight, I’d looked into my parent's eyes and said the words anyway. They believed me. I felt like a fraud. A traitor to everything they believed I stood for.I needed air. I needed to walk. My feet felt itchy, like they needed to carry the weight of my thoughts with them, step after step, to work through the knot in my chest.I stepped through the

ROWENI had just arrived at my Villa after a day filled with a series of meetings. The villa was quiet, just how I liked it after a day that had wrung every last bit of patience out of me. I stepped through the front doors, unbuttoning my blazer as I climbed the stairs leading up to my room. My body felt like a tightly coiled wire, one wrong touch away from snapping.By the time I reached my room, I was already stripping off the clothes I had on. The tie came off first, then the white shirt, stained slightly at the collar with the day’s grind. I tossed it aside and walked into the ensuite bathroom. The cold water against my face did little to soothe the knot twisting in my gut. I let it run a bit longer, splashing my neck, rubbing the tension out of my temples. My reflection stared back at me; tired, sharp-jawed, eyes clouded with restraint.I changed into a charcoal V-neck shirt and tailored black pants. I wasn’t in the mood for anything flashy. My watch remained the same. A silver