Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

ELORAThe second we stepped into The Loft, the heavy bass vibrated through the soles of my sneakers like a second heartbeat. The lounge was alive with energy, swirling blue lights danced across the dark walls, punctuated by strobes of purple and gold. People swayed to the rhythm of a sultry R&B track, their silhouettes sharp and confident beneath chandeliers shaped like shattered glass. Music thumped loud enough to rattle your ribs. The air smelled like perfume, sweat, liquor, and reckless decisions.Gemma’s eyes were darting from left to right, her shoulders stiff, posture wound tight like a loaded spring. She was scanning every face, every corner, as though she could summon Luke by the sheer force of suspicion."Alright, hawk eye," I muttered, placing a hand on her arm. "You’re staring people down like you’re about to report them to Homeland Security. Take it easy. If we don’t blend in, we’re gonna get kicked out before we even find him."She blinked, exhaled through her nose, and

ROWENI didn’t speak a word to her for the entire drive. Not even a single glance.I sat in that back seat with her, my jaw clenched so tightly I could feel the tension grinding in my temples. She didn’t say anything either, just stared ahead like a student about to be sent to the principal’s office. Good. She understood.The villa lights came into view, casting soft yellow glows against the towering iron gate and ivy-draped stone walls. The moment the car stopped, I stepped out. The gravel crunched beneath my shoes as I moved to her side and opened the door.She hesitated. Her eyes met mine for a second. The hazel eyes glistened with fear. Good. She should be.I gave her a small smile, not the warm kind. The kind that promised consequences. “Come,” I said simply.She stepped out slowly, hugging her coat to herself like it could protect her from what was coming.The silence stretched as we walked into the house. The front doors opened to a warm foyer, gold and black marble flooring gl

ELORAI was beyond exhausted and was on the edge of passing out. I rolled over after I felt him move away. I laid on my back, careful not to twist my wrists that were still cuffed behind me. I still had the blindfolds on, my pussy was throbbing in painful pleasure forced on me. I felt extremely tired and slightly sore, yet my body and pussy juices screamed in excitement.“Now, I want you to relax and rest awhile. This shouldn’t hurt.” He came back.“Please. I’m sorry Sir.” I pleaded immediately. Fearing for what he meant by this shouldn’t hurt.“Shssshssh.” He shushed me. “I have forgiven you, but this raging bull needs a little pacifier.” He added, guiding my cuffed hands to feel his now hardened cock.Damn it! I squealed when I felt him suddenly pull my left ankle up toward the corner post of the head board above her head and tied it. Then he did the same with her right ankle. This forced my ass up off the bed spreading my legs wide and exposing my ass and pussy to him for easy acc

ELORARowen’s shoes crunched over the gravel as he stepped out of the car and joined me. The wind tugged lightly at the hem of my sundress as we walked toward the porch. My heart thudded harder with every step. Not from nerves about my father’s health, that part was constant, but from Rowen being here. With me. At the ranch. The lines were blurring faster than I could catch them.I paused a few feet from the door and turned to him. His brows rose slightly as if he already sensed what I was about to say.“Please… just for today, don’t let them know who you really are,” I said. “Not the billionaire CEO thing. Not the Grayson family ties. None of it. Just… let them meet you as Rowen. My friend.”A grin stretched slowly across his face. Mischievous. Teasing.“I can never be your friend, but whatever you say, Princess.”Ouch. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Don’t call me that in front of them either.”He gave a mock salute. “Got it. Anonymous chauffeur-slash-friend. No crowns, no cas

ROWEN We had moved from the hospital room, where Mr. Miller was kept, with his wife watching over him. We had to stop at one of the private rooms for VIPs to take the call from my stupid nephew. Elora was sitting across from me in the room, with her phone still in her hand, brows drawn together in a tight knot of frustration. The glow from the screen highlighted the delicate curve of her cheek, but her focus was elsewhere. The faint buzz of the call had gone dead. And so was his voice.Her thumb hovered above the screen like she expected Ethan to call back any second. But the line stayed dead. Her fingers tensed like she was gripping a lifeline that kept slipping. It was the same expression she wore when she first lamented her ordeal to me. Although the way her brows knitted together, gave this expression a tint of anger burrowing underneath."I hung up," she muttered, her voice flat but with the bitter edge of disbelief. Her lips barely moved as she spoke, like the words were dif