His Baby, My Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Elena Marlowe froze. Her breath hitched as her eyes met the mirrorand for a split second, she didn't recognize the woman staring back. "Who was she?" This hollow-eyed stranger with perfectly lined lips and a smile that didn't quite reach? Not the girl she used to be, who was hopeful, soft and a little bit naive. Not the woman she tried to become like... Polished, composed or like someone who are easy to love. Because now, she just… feel empty and tired. She's looking beautiful... maybe, but not alive. She tilted her head, searching for something, who familiar in that reflection. But all she saw was the weight of pretending. And God, wasn't it heavy? She blinked once, slowly. Maybe tonight wasn't about becoming someone new. Maybe it was just about finally facing who she'd become. The crimson gown hugged her like it belonged to someone else. Clinging to every curve like a second skin, which is elegant, unapologetic, far too expensive for a woman who used to survive on m

Elena's pulse thundered in her ears. Cassian Wolfe, that was his name. The man who unknowingly turned her world upside down. And now, he was going to be her new boss. This couldn't be real. She had spent months dreaming of him, hating herself for remembering his touch, cursing the night she let herself go. And now? He was here. Her boss...! The father of her unborn child. And he had no idea about that. Cassian stood by the window, city lights casting sharp angles across his face. His voice was calm—too calm. "Your resume is solid, Miss Marlowe," he said, not turning around. "You've worked in environments far more demanding than ours. You handle pressure, you're discreet… and frankly, you're overqualified for most of the roles downstairs." Elena clasped her hands tightly in her lap. "Then why me?" she asked, her voice quieter than she intended, "why not anyone else?" He finally turned, his eyes meeting hers. There was something unreadable there, tension masked as control.

The sunlight slanted through the hospital blinds in sharp, unforgiving stripes, casting long bars of gold across the pale-blue sheets. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mingling with the faint aroma of burnt toast drifting in from the hallway. Breakfast being served to someone who hadn't just fainted. The world outside the window moved on...cars honking, a nurse laughing softly down the corridor, as if everything was normal. But normal wasn't something Elena Marlowe could touch anymore. Not after waking up to the prick of an IV in her arm, the dry ache in her throat, and a doctor gently saying, "You just fainted. The baby is fine." Elena pressed a hand gently to her lower belly, a silent, protective gesture she barely noticed anymore. As the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, a gust of recycled, too-cold air brushed past her. She stepped out, heels clicking against the polished office tiles where the step sounded louder than the last, like a slow drumbeat i

The next morning, Elena walked into the Wolfe Corporation building with her head held high and her heart hidden beneath a mask she'd perfected long before today. Not a single strand of hair out of place. Not a single emotion out of line. Her heels clicked against the polished marble, sharp and steady where each step echoing louder than the quiet thrum building in her chest. The air in the office was crisp with tension. Whispers traveled like electric currents across the cubicles. A few lingering glances shot her way, and although no one said anything directly, the shift was palpable. It was as if the walls had learned how to gossip. She'd learned a long time ago...if you walked like you belonged, most people wouldn't question it. Even when your world was quietly falling apart. Elena adjusted the strap of her leather tote, fingers tightening just slightly more out of habit than needed. She didn't glance at the stares. Didn't acknowledge the whispers trailing behind her like

Elena's heart raced, each pulse a jarring reminder of the tension coiling within her. She stared at the screen, her mind racing faster than her fingers could type. With a surge of determination, she bypassed the usual pleasantries, clicking 'forward' with a swift motion. She typed his name briefly, unadorned and hit 'send,' leaving only her initials, a silent signature of her resolve. The weight of her decision hung heavy in the air, a mixture of anticipation and dread swirling in her chest. Somewhere above her, in the sleek office of Cassian Wolfe, a phone buzzed, slicing through the tension that hung in the air. He was deep in conversation with the Legal team, words flowing effortlessly, when a single glance at the subject line halted him. Suddenly, the chatter around him blurred into white noise, the weight of that email pressing against his chest. Everything else faded away, his focus sharpened, locked onto the screen, and an electric thrill shot through him. "Clear the ro