CEO'S UNEXPECTED BABY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Ethan’s POV.After the military, nightmares became my shadow—silent, persistent, and brutally loyal. Every night, I brace myself for the familiar images: gunshots, blood, screams, and the terrifying stillness that follows war. It’s the same loop. And whenever I have them, sleep becomes impossible.I really don't know how to describe that feeling but it's scary.But last night… Last night was different.Her hand—small, warm and steady—patting my back like I was a child lost in a storm. I can’t even explain the feeling. Like my soul had been wrapped in something soft for the first time in years. Not even Evelyn, my ex, could calm me like that. Sure, we slept together, physically, but the silence after my nightmares was always mine to endure.But her? Ella? That tiny, sharp-mouthed woman who’s not even afraid to roll her eyes at me in public?She didn’t do anything fancy, she didn’t even say much… but for the first time in ages, I slept. A proper, uninterrupted sleep. That’s not just rar

Ethan's POV.Announcing to my employees that Ella was my wife wasn’t just impulsive—it was dangerously off-script. Definitely not part of the contract.But why did I do it?Maybe because I’m starting to like her. God help me. I didn’t plan on it, didn’t ask for it, but here we are. They say you don’t choose who you fall for, right? Your heart just leaps off a cliff, and your brain is stuck at the top shouting, “Wait, we didn’t agree to this!”By the time we pulled up to my family’s estate—the kind of mansion that tried too hard to look casual, we were both silent. The night air felt thick, and Ella had her hands folded on her lap like she was going to a job interview she didn’t apply for.Inside, the chandelier twinkled above like it was laughing at us. My dad was already at the dining table, swirling a glass of red wine with one hand while stabbing a steak with the other. Across from him sat Victoria, draped in silk like some villainous duchess from a daytime soap.“Ah. The guests ha

Ella’s POV.A small, almost hidden smile tugged at the corners of Ethan’s lips when he heard what I’d said. It wasn’t one of those full-blown, show-all-your-teeth smiles — more like the kind that sneaks in before the person even realizes it’s there. Without another word, we stepped inside together, the air between us warm yet unspoken.We ended up lying in bed, our backs to each other. It wasn’t awkward, just quiet, like two people sharing the same space but swimming in their own thoughts. I didn’t even remember falling asleep; one minute I was staring at the wall, the next I was opening my eyes to the gentle kiss of morning sunlight peeking through the curtains.And, of course, Ethan was gone. Again.Honestly, I don’t know why I still expected anything different. He had this habit , to vanish in the early hours like a phantom who didn’t believe in proper goodbyes. No “see you later,” no “have a good morning,” not even the breakfast-and-note combo he’d done before. And for some reaso

Ethan’s POV.The question hit me like a ticking time bomb.Not the small kind you see in movies where the hero cuts the red wire with two seconds left. No. This was the kind of bomb that gets dropped on you while you’re in your pajamas, holding a cup of coffee you haven’t even sipped yet.I didn’t expect that from her.Sure, I know my sister hates me — that much has been obvious for years — but lately, it’s like she wakes up, looks in the mirror, and says to herself, “How can I be a bigger menace than yesterday?”No one would believe we once had each other’s backs as children. We had secret codes, we fought the neighbour’s cat together (don’t ask), and we swore under Grandma’s mango tree that we’d be best friends for life.Now? We were standing here, glaring at each other like two politicians in a televised debate — except neither of us cared about the voters.I stared into Victoria’s eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl who used to share her last sweet with me.Nothing.Just g

Ella’s POVLucy’s cough made me shrug away from Ethan. For a moment, I felt so embarrassed you would think we’d never been intimate before — but this felt different from the other times. This time, I felt almost certain of what it was. Ethan and I were drooling in love yet fumbling in denial, drawn to each other like magnets. I wasn’t sure he felt the same way, but something in me knew I was falling.If there was a gold medal for embarrassment, Grandma would have handed it to me, because my face was so red I was blushing — not out of love, but sheer embarrassment.Lucy’s cough was so dramatic, she had her hand over her mouth like she’d rehearsed the perfect way to ruin a perfect moment. I silently cursed under my breath, wondering why she and Grandma had to walk in right now.Grandma stood rooted beside Lucy. She wasn’t any better — her eyes were wide, lips parted in bewilderment, like she’d just caught two little kids under her roof playing adult games. She pointed at Ethan and me. I