All Chapters of Shotgun Wedding: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Diana’s POVThe footsteps were coming closer. Heavy. Certain. Not the light, noiseless rhythm of the servants who moved like ghosts through the halls. Gordon.My pulse quickened. My gaze darted across the bathroom. Where could I hide it? The pregnancy test results still sat on the counter, mocking me with the truth I wasn’t ready to face.The bin, no, too obvious. The cabinet above the sink, he’d find it. My eyes fell on the one beneath the basin. I knelt, opened it, and slid the cartridge deep behind a stack of folded towels. Then I tore the test kit box into strips, shredding it until it was unrecognisable before dropping the remains into the bin.The bedroom door opened. His presence filled the air before I saw him. The bathroom door creaked, and Gordon’s head appeared through the crack. I turned, toothbrush and toothpaste in hand, feigning calm.“Why didn’t you wait for me?” he asked.“It was five,” I replied, keeping my tone light. “You were still in your meeting. I was tired.”H

Third Person POVThe morning light crept into the Smith mansion, quiet and deceptive, spilling across the walls of Mrs Smith’s bedroom. She sat at the edge of her bed, one hand clutching her phone, the other pressed to her temple. It had been hours since she last heard from Tracy, and the silence gnawed at her nerves.When she could no longer bear it, she dialled.The call connected after two rings.“Mum,” Tracy’s voice came low, shaken.“Tracy, what’s happening? I’ve been waiting for your call all morning,” Mrs Smith said, her tone calm but lined with worry.“It’s bad,” Tracy whispered. “I’ll have to get Charles out of the country. If he stays, the police will arrest him.”Mrs Smith straightened. “Where are you now?”“At a motel,” her daughter replied quickly. “Somewhere quiet. No one will think to look here.”Mrs Smith exhaled through her nose. “Tell me everything. From the beginning.”“Charles said masked men broke into the house last night. They sedated the guards, disabled the se

Diana’s POVThe restaurant smelled faintly of lemon and rosemary. Soft jazz curled through the air, the kind that made conversation feel private even in a crowd. I’d chosen a corner table, hidden, but not suspiciously so, and insisted Henry join me instead of waiting in the car.He’d argued at first, of course. Bodyguards always did. But I wasn’t in the mood to eat alone.“Sit,” I told him with a half-smile, motioning to the chair opposite mine. “Please. I’d rather have company.”He hesitated, then sat, posture straight, eyes alert, still very much the professional.“You know…” I began, my voice softer than I intended, “I feel oddly comfortable around you. It’s easy to talk to you — like I could tell you anything.”He smiled faintly. “I’m flattered, Ms Katherine.”“Just Katherine,” I corrected. “Please.”He inclined his head. “Alright, Katherine.”My gaze dropped to the tablecloth, fingers tracing the edge of the menu. “You remind me of someone I miss.”“Who?” he asked. “Maybe I coul

Diana’s POVInside the bedroom, I tried to shake off the trouble Mrs Smith had tried to start between Gordon and me. For once, I refused to let her ruin my mood. Maybe it was the joy of seeing Lucas again, the relief that he wasn’t angry with me, or the fact that he’d offered his help, but I felt lighter than I had in weeks, almost euphoric.I dropped my bag on the bed and began undressing, every layer of clothing falling like pieces of a burden I was finally shedding. My petticoat landed carelessly on the floor. As I walked towards the bathroom, I unzipped my dress and let it slide down my shoulders, kicking off my shoes on the way. By the time I reached the bathroom door, I was in nothing but my underwear.Steam filled the air as I ran the tap. I watched the water pour into the tub, the rising mist softening the edges of the world. When I finally sank into the warm bath, it wrapped around me like a sigh. My thoughts drifted to Lucas, to the warmth of his hug, the softness in his eye

Third Person POVWhile Gordon and Diana were at work, Mrs Smith and Tracy rode in the back of a cab bound for the hospital.“I hope for your sake this thing works,” Mrs Smith said, her tone clipped and cold.“It will,” Tracy replied, eyes on the passing streets.At the hospital, Tracy was ushered into a small scan room. Only Mrs Smith, the doctor, and Tracy were present. The doctor rolled his stool closer and pressed the transducer against Tracy's stomach, his gaze fixed on the monitor. Mrs Smith watched the screen intently, every line of her face tight with expectation.“Okay,” the doctor finally said, setting the transducer back in its holder. He reached for a tissue and wiped the gel from Tracy’s skin.“So,” he continued, smiling faintly, “it’s good news. The egg is fertilised. In about six to twelve days, implantation should occur.”Mrs Smith exhaled softly through her nose. “Excellent. Is there anything we need to do to ensure nothing happens to this baby?”The doctor turned towa