บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant For My Ex, Married To His Rival : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The room stood still in silence until Eros finally broke it. “I’ve been in love with you since you were pregnant, Adriana,” he said.Adriana froze at his words. Her breath hitched, and her lashes blinked rapidly as if trying to process what she’d just heard. Slowly, her brows pulled together in disbelief.“W…what did you just say?” she asked, her voice uneven.“I said I’ve been in love with you. Since Australia. Since the twins were still in your belly.” Eros emphasised, and for a moment, the room became silent again.Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Adriana sprang up from the bed like she’d been burnt. Her back facing him, her hands gripped her head.When she finally turned, her eyes were blazing.“Are you completely out of your mind, Eros?” she hissed. “You think I’m stupid enough to fall for this? What do you take me for—one of those Australian sluts you used to parade around the house like trophies?” She continued, her voice cracking at the end from rage.“Get out. Now!”

“No… You need to stop, Eros.” Adriana’s voice trembled against his ear, her breath shallow, scattered. Her fingers pressed lightly into his shoulders—not to push him away, but as if she didn’t quite know whether to hold on tighter… or let go. But Eros didn’t stop. His hands continued to wander along the soft, sensitive skin of her thighs, slow and sure, while his lips lingered at the base of her neck. He traced her pulse with the tip of his tongue, leaving warm, pulsing kisses that made Adriana’s spine arch. “Please…” she whispered again, but this time with less certainty. Her hands now tangled in his hair, she held him there like she needed him and needed space all at once. Eros heard her plead, so he stilled and lifted his head, his gaze burning into hers—raw, questioning, and completely present. “Why?” he asked softly. Not in anger. Not under pressure. But as if he needed to understand the war behind her eyes. Adriana's lips parted, but no words came out. She could feel her

With her face mere inches from Antonio’s, Adriana blinked rapidly, her breath catching in her throat. Antonio’s face was so close—awkwardly close. Instantly, she instinctively moved to rise from his lap, but the jet gave another sudden jolt, and before she could steady herself, her lips collided with Antonio’s. For a frozen second, neither of them moved. Neither breathed. Time folded into silence as their lips lingered together—unplanned, unspoken, and undeniably real. Adriana gasped softly and jerked away, her heart now hammering. As the jet wheels screeched against the runway and began its steady acceleration, she gripped the back of the nearest seat for balance, her pulse willing to steady. Right in front of her, Antonio leaned back, his eyes tracing her every movement. “You might want to sit next to me before the jet lifts off and you end up kissing me again,” he said, his vo

As Antonio’s hands continued to glide over Adriana’s exposed hip, her lashes clenched together, her eyes shutting tightly as if darkness could protect her from what was unfolding.She refused to move. Refused to yield. But her body was betraying her slowly, cruelly.Antonio’s lips never left hers. They worked her mouth with maddening precision—sucking, grazing, and biting just enough to make her flinch. Every kiss felt like a pull, dragging Adriana closer to the edge of something she wasn’t ready to fall into. Her fingers clawed at the lapels of his suit jacket, balling the expensive fabric into her fists as if holding it could anchor her and keep her from slipping into the gravity of him.But then, the third minute passed, and Antonio, with the knowledge of every response her body used to give him, moved with confidence. His lips drifted down, peppering slow, calculated kisses along her jaw, then lower, until they found the delicate curve of her collarbone.At that instant, Adriana p

The night air was damp and heavy as Antonio stepped out of the abandoned building with Adriana cradled in his arms. His muscles ached, but his grip didn’t loosen as he scanned the darkness.Then he saw it—the black Jeep, the same one that had delivered them into hell. Without a second thought, he carried Adriana to the passenger side, her skin ice-cold beneath the soaked fabric.As she trembled in his arms, he opened the door and gently lowered her into the seat, his blazer already coming off his shoulders.“Here,” he murmured, draping the blazer over her as she tried to curl into the seat.“We’ll stop at any lodge nearby,” he added, his voice quiet but laced with urgency.Having circled around, he slid into the driver’s seat, and with one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing at his bleeding jaw, he drove into the shadowed night.The road was narrow, winding through thick brush and silent trees that whispered with wind. Every turn made the tires crunch over gravel and dead leaves.