Semua Bab Pregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father : Bab 221 - Bab 230

ELORAI woke up with a strange mixture of excitement and dread sitting heavy in my chest. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I had a purpose again. I’d made up my mind the night before—I was going to take every bit of evidence I had gathered and deliver it to the board of Grayson Empires myself. No intermediaries. No trusting the wrong hands again. Not after what Ethan did.I rolled out of bed and dragged myself into the bathroom. The steam from the hot shower clung to the mirror as I stood under the water, letting it run over my skin like it could wash away all the past regrets. After drying off, I opened my wardrobe and pulled out the beautiful burgundy dress Rowen had bought for me. Silk. Off-shoulder. Hugged my waist in the right places and made my legs look longer than they were. It felt like armor.I stood before the mirror and returned the bangs Rowen had removed weeks ago, smoothing the fringe down with the straightener. I tilted my head to the side. I looked powerful. T

ELORAAfter Ethan and Ava were escorted out of the boardroom, silence settled like dust after a storm. My heart pounded in my chest, but I stood tall, my shoulders squared, my hands clenched lightly at my sides. I turned slightly toward the board, took a small bow, and said, "Thank you for your time. I was on a one-week leave, so I’d like to take my leave now."I turned, about to walk out, but Chairman Richard’s voice halted me. "Miss Elora. Wait."I stopped dead in my tracks, my pulse catching in my throat. I turned back slowly, swallowing hard. My eyes darted to Rowen briefly. He hadn’t moved. His face was unreadable, cold as ever.Chairman Richard adjusted his glasses and leaned forward, resting both hands on the polished mahogany table. "Before you go, I want you to truthfully tell this board what exactly happened between you and President Rowen."Every pair of eyes in the room shifted to me. The weight of their stares burned holes through my skin, but I didn’t flinch. I met Chair

ETHAN I woke up on the cold, wine-stained floor of my private cellar, the sting of dried liquor crusting the side of my face. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache. My mouth tasted like rotten eggs dipped in ash, and my temples pounded like a war drum. A bottle of vintage Malbec had tipped and leaked, soaking through the side of my shirt. My pants were wrinkled and stained with something I didn't want to identify. I could smell myself—and it wasn’t pleasant.The sharp, continuous ding of the doorbell pierced through the fog in my head. It felt like a thousand tiny knives stabbing into my eardrums. I grunted and forced myself up from the floor, using the nearby wine rack for support. My legs wobbled beneath me like wet noodles. A couple of bottles clinked and fell behind me as I stumbled out of the cellar.My entire penthouse looked like a war zone. Empty liquor bottles rolled under my feet. Crushed cigarette butts dotted the marble floor like burn scars. My living

ELORAThe sun beamed down from the sky like it had no intention of being subtle. Heat shimmered off the pavement, and the air smelled like summer—warm asphalt, melting ice cream, and fried street snacks. It was the kind of day that made people want to be out, and that’s exactly where I was—with Gemma, my best friend and the only person who still made me laugh without trying too hard.We had decided to make a full day out of it. No work, no phones, no overthinking. Just two girls taking a break from the shitstorm that had become my life. We started at this indoor gaming centre downtown—Gemma’s idea, of course. I wasn’t exactly a gamer, but the excitement in her voice had made it impossible to say no.The place was loud. Kids screaming, music blasting, machines pinging and dinging like a casino on crack. But it was fun. The good kind of chaos. Gemma dragged me to the VR zone first, where we had to wear these massive headsets and fight off digital zombies. I screamed so loud I tripped ov

ETHANI was halfway through a glass of red wine, seated at the far end of the dining table in our family estate, when I chuckled to myself. My parents sat at their usual spots, dressed like royalty as always. The long mahogany table was bare except for the wine decanter and our empty plates, but lunch was on its way. I tilted my head slightly and looked at Charles, my father, who had been reading the day's paper as if something important could still surprise him."By now, the police should be at Rowen's door," I said, breaking the silence.Charles lowered the newspaper with a bored look and raised one eyebrow. "Don’t count your wins before the bell rings."I scoffed and leaned back in my seat. "What? You think they’ll let that bastard keep getting away with everything? Melissa’s parents played their part. The video’s done damage already."My mother, Eleanor, dabbed at her lips with her napkin. "The news hasn’t broken yet, Ethan. If Rowen catches wind before it does, he’ll bury it. You