All Chapters of All Shades of Passion: Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

Monalisa POV.3 weeks later.Maya and I were sitting in the lobby section of a hospital, waiting to see an obstetrician and have an ultrasound."I can't wait to see the scan," Maya mused excitedly, "I hope it's a baby girl.""It's still too early to tell the gender," I told her.She nodded, agreeing, but again her enthusiasm perked up. "If it's a boy, I'm naming him Cillian," she whispered to me."Why Cillian?" I inquired, wondering why she had picked out that specific name. "You know, Cillian is an Irish name," she waved a hand, "Considering the father is Irish, I think it's only fitting for my nephew."I exhaled an exasperated breath, "I never said Greg was Irish.""But you said he was a ginger...""He's American. Although he does have their features, but it's a long lineage. Remember we agreed not to talk about him, Maya," I reminded her. Then creased my brows, "In fact, why are you trying to name my baby? That's my job.""It's mine, too. I'm the co-mother," she insisted, pursing

Monalisa POV. Our taxi slowly came to a halt a few meters away from Greg's car. He was dressed in a simple black Givenchy hoodie with matching sweat pants, yet he still looked extremely stylish with the grey Chopard sunglasses shielding his eyes. "Hold up, Mona. Are we staring at your boyfriend right now, or did Drake just come into town?" Maya mummured. "Ex-boyfriend, Maya, ex-boyfriend," I firmly corrected. But even as I said the words my heart was racing wildly as I stared at him through the car windshield. "What is he doing here?" Maya voiced my thoughts. "Did he drive all the way from Vegas to this city? How does he know where you live?" She wondered out loud. I sighed deeply, I could ask the same questions. But this was Greg, he could always find me if he wanted. Yet, he hadn't sent me a single message or called me once all these days after our breakup. So what was he doing here now? "Let's go hear what he wants," Maya said and started to open her door. I quickly grabb

Chapter 1: Morning Rush. Steven POV. Today had to be one of the worst days of my life. And I meant it literally. It started with a rude awakening. I'd woken up late with a bad tummy ache, and spent about 45 mins on the toilet bowl, wondering what I ate last night to give me such terrible diarrhea. As I clutched my tissue in my hand, grinding my teeth as my anus sent out waste explosions, I vowed in my heart never to eat sushi late at night again. As if that was not enough torment for one day, right now I was stuck in the longest traffic in Las Vegas history. The road was a chaotic mess, one entire lane was blocked off for maintenance, with a diversion sign directing traffic into a single, congested lane. Cars inched along, each driver jostling for space. It seemed like the universe was conspiring against me It was 7:45 a.m., and I was running late for work. I had a crucial meeting to attend this morning. While I was navigating the slow and congested traffic with a sore mood,