Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sex Tape: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The sterile chill of the examination room clung to Vivienne like a second skin, wrapping around her ribs like cold wire. Her knees trembled slightly in the stirrups, a paper gown rustling uselessly around her thighs as the doctor guided the probe with calm precision. She tried to focus on her breathing—slow, steady, even—but nothing could slow the riot in her chest.And then it appeared.A flicker on the monitor. A tiny dot, suspended in a sea of grainy gray. The soft rhythmic thump that the doctor confirmed as a heartbeat.Her breath caught.It didn’t look like much—no tiny hands, no legs—but her heart knew exactly what it was. Her baby. Her and Knox’s baby.Her lips parted soundlessly as a surge of emotion flooded her—joy, disbelief, wonder. But just as quickly, it all collapsed under the weight of her reality.Knox didn’t know.He hadn’t heard her voice since the night of the party. Hadn’t seen her face. Hadn’t gotten the chance to hear the news from her, to press his hand gently t

The night air was heavy with anticipation. Vivienne crouched low behind the curtain, peering out the narrow slit in the window. It was now or never.Her bag was already packed. Most recently added, was a small portable battery pack, the broken phone Knox had given her—still useless but impossible to let go of—and the ultrasound photo, folded carefully between a brush and a packet of tissues. Proof that something beautiful had come from all this darkness. That she wasn’t just running for herself anymore.She tightened the laces on her sneakers, her hands trembling. Soon, Wes would discover she was gone. He’d lose it. The fury would burn through every inch of this estate, and once he realized she was truly out of reach, he’d retaliate.He’d release the videos.It twisted her stomach into knots. Not just because of the shame it would bring her—but because of what it would do to Knox. He had put his reputation, his future, his soul on the line to save her. He hadn’t flinched. Hadn’t aske

"What do you mean gone?"Knox's voice cut through the stillness of the dark van like a blade. He sat forward, elbows on knees, his breath fogging the window slightly as his glare burned a hole in the street ahead. The interior smelled of stale coffee, sweat, and stress—hours of it. He rubbed the back of his neck, his muscles tight from being hunched in the same damn position for far too long.With him in the van were two men he trusted with more than his life, he trusted them with hers. These weren’t assistants or bodyguards. These were ghosts from the Maddox family’s more shadowed corners, men whose histories were scrubbed and rewritten with Maddox money.Reid, stocky with an eternal five o'clock shadow and a stare that could freeze a bullet mid-air, was bent over his laptop. He’d been on camera duty all night, scanning public footage, digging into anything with a digital trace. His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke.Beside him was Felix, leaner, wiry, with a mo

"Hospital. Now," Knox snapped. His voice cut through the hum of the van like a whip, hard and cold. Reid didn’t hesitate, adjusting their route immediately while Felix muttered something into the radio.Pregnant.The word ricocheted through Knox’s skull like a bullet. He looked down at the fragile woman pressed against him, her skin pale, her breathing shallow, her belly flat—but not for long.Pregnant.He hadn’t asked about birth control. Hadn’t even cared. He’d wanted everything from her. Every kiss, every touch, every unguarded breath. No barriers. No distance. Nothing between them. Just Vivienne. Just them.And now…Now she carried his child.His.The realization sucker-punched him so hard he could barely breathe. His arms tightened instinctively around her, fierce and protective. Rage and awe warred inside his chest, surging like a violent tide.No wonder Weston had locked her away like a prisoner.The fucker had intended to keep them both. His wife. Knox’s child. As leverage? As

The second Knox saw her roll through the automatic doors, something inside him snapped.He didn’t wait. Didn’t think.He was moving, fast and desperate, across the dark lot toward her. Felix and Reid barely had time to exchange glances before Knox reached the wheelchair, dropped to a knee in front of her, and swept her trembling body into his arms.Vivienne gasped softly, clinging to his shoulders like she wasn’t sure he was real.“Hey, Angel,” he murmured, brushing his nose against her temple, breathing her in like a drowning man finding air.She smelled faintly of antiseptic and rain and her—God, her—and he couldn't stop himself from pressing a kiss into her damp hair.“I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he whispered over and over, rocking her against his chest like a promise.He felt her nod against him, so small, so tired.Reid opened the side door of the second van parked across the lot. Unmarked, polished black, and thankfully big enough that he could hold her the entire ride.Felix l