Semua Bab Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father : Bab 201 - Bab 210

ELORAThe second we stepped into the living room, I could feel the air thicken. Not the kind of air you could breathe easily—this was the kind that pressed into your chest, heavy, charged, demanding attention. It wrapped itself around my lungs and squeezed. With every step Rowen and I took into the Grayson estate, the weight grew heavier, more suffocating.Rowen’s hand remained on the small of my back. Firm. Warm. Possessive. His touch was a silent claim in front of people who would dissect every move, every glance, every breath I took. It was his way of saying I belonged next to him. But even as my body responded to his nearness, my mind reeled. Because the truth was, I didn’t feel like I belonged here.Well, not when I saw Ethan walk in through the opposite hallway.He froze. The moment his eyes landed on me, his whole body stiffened.His expression went dark with shock first, then contempt, and then that slow, sharp realization that cut through both of us like glass.“Surprising ho

ELORAI had no business being here. I knew it the moment I stepped into the Grayson family estate. The air was thick with expensive silence. Not the cozy, opulent kind—but the tense, tight-lipped sort that whispered of secrets, power plays, and well-fed predators in designer suits.I was supposed to come, eat, and leave. That was the deal I had with Rowen.Now, seated beside Rowen Grayson at a long oak dining table that could host a medieval war council, I felt like the hunted instead of a guest.The clink of cutlery stopped. My mouth was dry, but all I could do to help me from speaking up was to eat. My hands were resting on my lap, stiff as stone, until I heard Ethan’s voice cut across the table like a whip.“She’s my fiancée.”Everything in me locked up.Rowen didn’t flinch. He reached for his wine glass, took a slow sip like he hadn’t just heard Ethan throw a live grenade into the room.I turned slowly to Ethan. My ex. My nightmare. His blue eyes blazed, smug and wild, like he tho

ROWENThe scent of polished mahogany filled my nostrils the moment I pushed open the door to my father’s study.He was already seated behind the heavy desk, his fingers steepled beneath his chin like a judge ready to deliver sentencing. His expression didn’t shift when he saw me. Just a subtle motion of his hand toward the seat in front of him.“Sit.”I did. Back straight, legs apart, hands resting on the arms of the chair like I owned the place. He might’ve been the chairman, but I’d been holding this company’s spine up longer than he cared to admit.He stared at me for a long moment before speaking. “How is the company?”I smirked. “You already know.”His mouth twitched, a faint ghost of amusement or irritation. I couldn’t tell. “I want to hear it from you.”I leaned back slightly. “Work’s been well. We closed the Argentine deal last week, the tech acquisition in Tallinn is finalized, and the hybrid banking integration with Kurton is moving ahead of schedule. Teams in Singapore and

ELORAThe ride back to Rowen’s mansion was dead silent.He didn’t say a word. Not in the car. Not when he opened the door for me. Not when we walked inside.But I could feel his tension, his restraint, his control burning underneath that perfectly tailored suit. His jaw was clenched. His dark eyes were unreadable. He hadn’t looked at me once since we left the Grayson estate, but I knew I was in for it. Whatever it was.I followed him in.I could have stayed behind. I could’ve told him to go to hell. But I didn’t.Because as much as I hated the way he treated me like property or like something he owned. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to scream. Instead, I walked behind him like I belonged to him.Because maybe I did.The moment the doors closed behind us, he turned. “Upstairs. Now.”His voice was low, clipped. No room for argument. I obeyed. He didn’t even give me the chance to go to my room. He led me straight to the last door at the end of the hallway.The playroom. Every inch of my

ELORAI sat on the edge of the desk and exhaled. “It’s been hell, Gemma. Everything’s a mess.”“You’re not denying the orgasms though.”I gave her a look.She raised a brow. “So what happened?”I ran my fingers through my hair. “Ethan ambushed me at that brunch. Told everyone I was his fiancée and that Rowen manipulated me into breaking up.”Gemma’s mouth dropped. “What?”“Yeah. Then his mom started dragging me, saying I was a gold digger. Rowen’s father called him in for a talk. And guess what? Before he left, he told me not to do anything stupid and walked off like I was the problem.”Gemma stared at me, jaw ticking.“And then what?”I shrugged. “Eleanor told me his ex-wife went missing. As in, missing.”Gemma’s face twisted. “What the hell?”I nodded. “I confronted him later. I asked him if it was true.”“And?”“He didn’t deny it. He just said if it were true, what would I do?”I went quiet.Gemma stepped closer. “And what did you do?”I looked down at my hands. “I said I’d leave.”