Semua Bab Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father : Bab 171 - Bab 180

ELORA“Yup. Black Mercedes. Delivered before sunrise. The security guy gave me the keys and said it was from Grayson Motors.”“Ethan?”I laughed. “Why would he? He would not go such lengths to prove his stance. My problem is that I haven’t even been promoted yet, I don’t even know how to explain this to people at work.”Gemma’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Whoever is doing this is not just spoiling you, El. He’s branding you. Feels like he’s trying to send a message. But who is this person? Any ideas?”I froze for a second.“I don’t Gem. Sorry, I have to go,” I said quickly. “I’ll call you later.”“Elora…”Click. I ended the call and stared at the fob in my hand.Branded. Was that what this was?I didn’t have time to figure it out. I grabbed my bag, stuffed my laptop inside, and walked toward the door. The elevator took forever. When I stepped outside, the car was still there. Shiny. Sleek. Intimidating.I slid behind the wheel and the seat adjusted automatically to fit my height. The

ELORALeaving the car park, I made my way straight to the building. I stepped into the building, expecting nothing more than another awkward day trying to avoid everyone, including Ethan's corridor. I saw Nina at her desk and tried to look away, but she saw me already. “Welcome Miss. Miller." She said, flashing me a bright smile and for the time I noticed how bright her blue eyes were.My awkward day has just begun. “Thank you, Nina." I forced a smile.She barely ever responded to my greeting and now she was greeting me first? I increased my pace, so I would not have to find myself in another awkward space.But the moment I made it through the front lobby, the two security guys by the entrance straightened.“Miss Elora,” one of them said, stepping forward. “You’re to report to President Rowen Grayson’s office immediately.”I blinked. “Excuse me?”He nodded. “Your access was updated this morning. You’re now cleared for the Executive Suite. The top floor.”I squinted. “Why would I be

ELORAI sat rigidly in the chair across from his desk, fingers pressed tightly against the smooth armrest as I forced my breathing to slow. My skin felt warm, and my jaw locked. Everything inside me screamed, but I kept my face still.He was watching me. Again.Rowen Grayson had a way of looking at people like he could see straight into the marrow of their bones. And I hated that he always seemed to know when something was brewing under my skin.“You’re quiet,” he said finally, voice smooth, edged with suspicion.I looked up. “I’m fine.”His eyes narrowed. The air between us shifted and charged, like a pressure drop before a thunderstorm.“Don’t lie to me, Elora.” His tone dropped an octave. Calm, but heavy. “You should know better than to set yourself up for another punishment.”I let out a bitter little laugh and folded my arms across my chest.His stare didn’t waver.I hated that I was already sweating beneath my blouse. I hated that I wanted to say what was on my chest, but feared

ROWENThe double doors of the boardroom creaked open with a deliberate slowness, their weight groaning on the hinges like a warning. I stepped in first, my polished black oxfords hitting the gleaming marble floor like calculated gunfire. Every head turned. Conversations died mid-sentence. The air thickened to syrup, stretched tight with expectation.Elora walked beside me, poised, silent, her steps steady and precise. She wore a fitted black pant and a soft ivory blouse tucked neatly at the waist, the fabric hugging her silhouette with refined modesty. Her dark curls were pulled into a low bun, exposing her slender neck and the delicate gold chain that shimmered beneath the collar. Nothing provocative—yet her presence beside me wasn’t lost on the room. The message was unmistakable. Not just to the executives at the table. To Ethan.From the way his jaw locked the moment he saw us, the way the veins at his temple twitched with restraint, I knew that message hit its mark. He couldn’t h

ELORANothing about the office interested me anymore. Not the sleek glass windows that once felt like a dream, not the quiet humming of keyboards, or the steady rhythm of people walking through the pristine hallways in overpriced shoes. I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the screen in front of me, but all my thoughts were back at the hospital. My father. My mother. Home.That was all that mattered.Rowen had returned from the board meeting ahead of me, disappearing straight into his office with guests I didn’t recognize. Suits, mostly. Older men with tight faces and briefcases that looked like they carried nuclear launch codes. I hadn’t been invited to the meetings. And I didn’t care. The buzzing energy around Grayson Towers had become little more than white noise to me.I stared down at my inbox, mindlessly scrolling through reminders, files, and updates. Then, a new message popped up.From: Ethan GraysonI didn’t bother to check the subject of the mail as I blinked. Then, against