Semua Bab Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father : Bab 211 - Bab 220

ELORAI crumbled into Gemma’s arms the second I ended the call.It wasn’t just heartbreak. It was humiliation, rage, betrayal—everything choking my throat like a fist. I couldn't breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t even scream the way I wanted to. My knees gave out, and she caught me before I hit the floor. We were in her living room, dim lights casting our shadows against the walls like ghosts.“He used me,” I said, my voice raw. “He fucking used me.”Gemma said nothing. She just wrapped her arms around me tighter and let me sob into her shoulder. Her hoodie smelled like vanilla and smoked suya, and I clung to her like it was all that kept me from sinking.“He said I held my ground like a queen,” I croaked, trembling. “A queen, Gem. What the hell does that even mean when he was playing me like a damn chess piece?”She gently pulled me back, her eyes scanning my face like she was assessing damage after a car crash.“El… you look like shit.”“Thanks.”“I mean it. You look like a raccoon

ROWENI woke up at three minutes past four a.m., eyes snapping open in the pitch black of my hotel suite. The glow from the city barely made it past the blackout curtains. My body operated like a machine, tight schedule, trained instincts, zero hesitation. I didn’t need an alarm. Discipline did the job. I sat up, letting the cold slap of early morning air sting my bare chest for a few seconds before getting out of bed.A quick cold shower followed, brutal and brisk. I scrubbed away the stale scent of yesterday’s boardrooms and perfumed lobby air. After drying off, I slipped into a black turtleneck and charcoal slacks. The outfit matched the shade of my thoughts. Stark. Focused. Not open for interpretation. My coat and briefcase waited by the door. So did James, my shadow.He handed me the day’s schedule as we moved silently down the hotel corridor. No small talk. None of that was needed. The elevator descended to the private garage, where a black sedan took us straight to the tarmac.

ROWENI carried her to the bed without saying a word. She was light in my arms, but the emotions I carried felt like a thousand bricks balanced on my chest. Elora had stopped fighting, but I saw it in her eyes—rage, confusion, hurt. The kind that didn’t need words to be understood. I set her down and reached for her face. She didn’t pull away.Our mouths crashed, desperate, angry. Her hands tangled in my shirt, yanking, tearing. I responded with equal force, pulling her closer, pressing her body into mine until we were just skin and breath and heat. This wasn’t soft or slow. It was raw, violent in its emotion. Our clothes came off in scattered pieces, buttons popping, fabric ripping.She bit my shoulder and I welcomed it. I gripped her hips like she was the only thing grounding me. Every thrust was hard, punishing, like we were trying to hurt each other and heal each other in the same motion. Her nails raked down my back, and I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, starin

ETHANI stood by her door, arms crossed, jaw clenched. My mind ran a thousand miles an hour, but I kept my expression still. Cold. Collected. I had to hear it from her mouth.I knew where she was coming from the moment I saw her. The second our eyes met, I saw it. Her gaze was glassy, reddened, the kind of raw that came from hours of suppressed crying. Puffy eyelids, tear-streaked residue, and a quiet rage simmering just beneath the surface. She looked like hell. Beautiful, broken hell. And the food pack in her hand? That was the nail in the coffin. I didn’t need to be a genius to know where it came from.Rowen’s place.That bastard always made sure his food was packaged like it belonged in a Michelin-star restaurant. Sleek black boxes, gold lettering, satin ribbon around the edges. Every damn detail screamed power. Quiet, unshakable power. Even his fucking leftovers had status. And now Elora stood here holding them like some kind of branded walk of shame.I reached out instinctively—

ETHANI stood in front of the mirror in my walk-in closet, tying my silk tie with slow, calculated movements. The reflection that stared back at me was sharp, dressed in a tailored navy suit that hugged my frame like it had been stitched into my skin. My hair was slicked back, face clean-shaven, and my lips curled into a smug smile. Today was going to be a good day. By tomorrow morning, I would be president of Grayson Holdings. The empire would finally be in the right hands—mine.I adjusted my cufflinks when I heard the doorbell ring. I didn’t need to ask who it was.Ava.I walked through the hallway and pulled open the front door. She stood there in a tight white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the swell of her cleavage, and a black skirt that screamed desperation. Her makeup was heavier than usual, her lips blood red and glistening. I leaned against the doorframe."You’re early," I said flatly.She stepped in without invitation, brushing her fingers along my chest as she pa