Semua Bab Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father : Bab 191 - Bab 200

ELORAI wanted to slap him.No, scratch that, I wanted to destroy something. His desk. His perfect glass office. His smug, entitled face. I backed away from him, every nerve in my body lit with fury. “You’re unbelievable. You think this is a game?”Rowen didn’t flinch. He just stood there, arms crossed, like he was waiting for me to finish my tantrum. Like he was the calm in the storm he created.“You used me,” I spat. “You used Ethan. You manipulated every part of this.”His eyes narrowed. “I showed you the truth. I peeled back the mask you were too scared to take off yourself.”“Screw you.”I turned sharply toward the door, my heels clicking hard against the marble floor. I made it three steps before his hand gripped my wrist, pulling me back like a leash.“You don’t get to walk away,” he said, voice low, dangerous.I yanked at my arm. “Let me go.”But he didn’t. He stepped into me, eyes locked on mine, and the quiet menace in his voice wrapped around my throat like a noose.“I’m th

ETHANI walked down the stairs at Ardent Towers with my blazer slung over my shoulder, trying to get my breathing under control. The Aetherstone deal was still fresh in my head, lingering like smoke, but it vanished the moment I saw her.Elora sat in the far corner of the private lounge, poised like a queen. Her legs were crossed, peeking out from a slate-grey skirt that hugged her curves just right. Her back was perfectly straight, posture so sharp it could cut glass. Her dark curls spilled over one shoulder, catching the light from the golden fixtures above. She held a tall glass of something deep red—a Bloody Warning, no doubt. Bitter and bold. Fitting. Her nails tapped softly against the glass, rhythmically, like she was keeping time to an internal storm.Her lips met the rim as I approached. She didn’t even glance at me.“Didn’t know you drank Bloody Warnings this early,” I said, forcing a casual smile as I approached.She looked up slowly. No smile. Just those sharp, guarded ey

ROWENThe doors shut behind me with a soft hiss as I entered the villa. The place was quiet, just as I liked it. No clinking of glasses, no irrelevant chatter. Just the low hum of the AC and my own goddamn thoughts.James was already waiting by the window. His posture was stiff, suit crisp, hands clasped behind his back. Always the same."Report," I said, unbuttoning my blazer."Chairman Richard has requested another family brunch tomorrow morning."I didn’t even bother hiding my sigh. I dropped the blazer on the armrest and walked toward the bar. "Why?"James’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t look away. "He didn’t say. Just sent messages out directly. No prior notice to the staff or secretaries.""Of course, he didn’t." I poured myself a double of Macallan, no ice. My father liked to pull strings when it was least convenient. Usually meant he had some hidden play he wanted to make public in the form of polite breakfast.I downed the drink in one gulp and wiped my mouth with the back

ROWENI barely remembered the drive home. The roads were a blur—just streaks of light and horn-blasts I couldn’t care less about. My hands gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. My pulse was hammering, my vision was clouded with every fucking image of Rowen and Elora that had wormed its way into my head. I could still hear her laugh in the back of my skull, the soft one she gave him, not the one she used to give me. That laugh used to belong to me.By the time I pulled into the underground garage of my apartment complex, I felt like I’d aged ten years. My shirt clung to my back with sweat. My throat was dry. I sat in the car for a moment, staring at the steering wheel, trying to will the anger down. But it didn’t leave.She was supposed to be mine.I climbed out, slammed the car door hard enough to echo, and stomped toward the elevator. My penthouse felt too big when I stepped inside. Too quiet. I tossed my keys on the marble counter, ripped off

ELORA I couldn’t breathe.The moment we walked into the Grayson estate, something in me started to crack. The marble floor beneath my heels felt too smooth, too polished. Like it was trying to warn me I didn’t belong here. And Rowen…His scent clung to me—sharp, intoxicating, maddening. Even now, my skin tingled where his fingers had brushed my shoulder in the car. I hated how aware of him I was. Every move. Every look. Every word.The foyer was grand. Too grand. A chandelier the size of my bedroom back home hung above us, glittering like a warning bell. Staff moved like shadows in the corners—quiet, efficient, unbothered. Meanwhile, my heartbeat thundered.Rowen spoke with a housekeeper, and I took my chance.“I need to use the restroom,” I muttered quickly. He glanced over his shoulder, but didn’t stop me.I didn’t wait for permission.I walked down the hallway—heels echoing on marble—until I spotted a discreet powder room just beneath the staircase. I slipped inside and shut the