All Chapters of Shotgun Wedding: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Diana’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the silence. Thick, unnerving, unbroken. I opened my eyes slowly, my head heavy and fuzzy, and blinked against the soft, golden light spilling from hidden lamps. The room was quiet, almost pristine, too perfect. A faint scent of lavender clung to the air, mixed with the subtle tang of antiseptic.I tried to sit up, wincing as a dull ache ran through my belly. My hands instinctively went to it, cradling the invisible weight of the twins, and I shivered. They were safe, for now, but everything else wasn’t. Not this room, not the people around me, not even Lucas.“Where… am I?” I murmured, my voice hoarse.No answer. Only the whisper of air through hidden vents, the soft hum of some unknown machinery. My pulse picked up, a rapid tattoo that reminded me how alive I was, and how vulnerable.I forced my body upright, scanning the room. It looked almost like a suite in a luxury hotel: muted grey walls, polished hardwood floors, a large bed with immac

Diana’s POVConsciousness returned like a cold slap.The familiar ceiling loomed above me, sterile and smooth, a reminder that I hadn’t escaped anything, not truly. Lucas’s safehouse still held me like a quiet cage. The sheets beneath me were soft, the lighting warm… but comfort had teeth here.I pushed up slowly, back hitting the headboard. My body felt off, like my blood wasn’t syncing right with the world around me. A leftover chemical pulse hummed through my veins, a silent reminder of hands grabbing me, a needle… and Lucas bursting in just in time.Or exactly on time?I refused to be a pawn. I’d been preyed on enough, by fate, by powerful men who thought they could control me, by this relentless nightmare disguised as protection.Not anymore.I swung my legs down and rose, feet hitting the floor with purpose. Every movement was measured and careful. I wasn’t going to let panic betray me.I cracked the door open and peered out. Empty.Good.Stepping into the corridor felt like ste

Third Person's POVLucas arrived at the Warren mansion with footsteps too calm for the storm he carried. The marble foyer gleamed beneath chandeliers, pristine and deceitfully peaceful. His mother emerged from the sitting room, pearls resting perfectly on her collarbone, the image of grace, the illusion of purity.“Lucas, I didn’t know you were coming around today,” she said with a warm smile.Lucas simply stared.His pulse hammered as the memory resurfaced, the whisper of a broken man strapped to a chair earlier that day:“It’s your mother… she ordered the abduction. Diana. Her blood is rare. They want the marrow from the babies. To save your brother.”A brother Lucas never knew existed.“Lucas!” Mrs Warren called again, snapping him back.He blinked once, composure sliding into place like armour. “Forgive me, I fazed out.”Before she could pry further, another voice cut in.“Ah, Lucas ...... you’re here,” Eric Jones announced, descending the stairs with his usual smug confidence. He

Third Person POVThe woman continued down the staircase, one careful step at a time, the soft fabric of the sleepwear brushing her thighs. The lighting from above cast her in shadow, her face still obscured, but everything else, the posture, the silhouette, the slow, weary descent, screamed Diana.Lucas’s chest tightened.Gordon turned smug, folding his arms. “There. You see? You’ve made a scene for nothing.”The woman reached the bottom step and finally lifted her head.“Lucas,” she said softly.The sound of Diana’s voice, breathy, tired, unmistakably hers, hit him like a punch to the ribs.“What are you doing here?”The words were familiar. The cadence. Even the faint irritation was threaded with exhaustion.Lucas faltered.“Diana…” His voice dropped. Controlled. Careful. “Come here.”She shook her head slowly. “No. I don’t want to.”The officers exchanged uncertain glances.Gordon smiled wider. “You heard her. She’s here because she wants to be.”Lucas stared at her, really stared

Diana’s POVI woke to darkness.Not the soft kind that comes with sleep, where your eyes eventually adjust and familiar shapes bloom back into place. This darkness was thick. Smothering. It pressed against my eyelids like a second skin. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. Then my head throbbed.A slow, nauseating pulse spread from the base of my skull to my temples, dragging a groan from my throat. The sound startled me. It echoed, faintly, hollowly, and panic snapped awake inside my chest.I wasn’t in my room. The air smelled wrong. Chemical. Cold. Like metal wiped down with disinfectant.I tried to sit up.Pain flared instantly, sharp and unforgiving, and I gasped as my body refused to cooperate. My arms felt heavy, sluggish, as if they belonged to someone else. When I moved my wrists, there was resistance.A soft clink. My breath hitched.No. No, no, no.........I forced my eyes open.Nothing.Pitch black.My heart began to race, the baby responding immediately, a flutter