All Chapters of His Baby, My Secret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The deafening siren sliced through the conference room, its shrill wail relentless and unforgiving, sending tremors through the glass walls. Above, the lights flickered erratically, casting fleeting shadows that danced across the faces, each expression momentarily fractured in the chaos. Tension coiled in the air as panic began to seep into the atmosphere, the sense of urgency palpable, urging them to act before the chaos unfolded further. Nadia sprang to her feet, adrenaline coursing through her veins as her HR instincts took over. Her fingers flew to her phone, urgency fueling her actions. "We have to evacuate—right now! I'll check if this is just a drill or something more serious—" But the shrill wail of the alarm nearly drowned out her voice, leaving her words hanging in the chaos. Elena's pulse spiked, a heavy rush of adrenaline flooding her system. The noise was too loud and sudden. The room tilted, just slightly, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. She gripped the edge

The city bled into a haze of fractured lights, each one smearing like half-forgotten promises against the glass. The steady hum of the engine was the only thing brave enough to speak between them, but even that sound seemed to carry unasked questions. Elena sat angled toward the window, the city's nightscape spilling past in fractured ribbons of gold and shadow. Her reflection stared back at her from the glass which was pale, almost ghostly, and seemed like someone she didn't quite recognize. Outside, streetlamps cast fleeting halos on rain-slick asphalt, the world moving on indifferent to her turmoil. She hated that her body had betrayed her at that moment… and hated even more that it had been Cassian—of all people who had noticed. The thought clung to her like the faint scent of his cologne in the air, impossible to escape, no matter how far the car carried her. On the other side, Cassian's hands stayed firm on the wheel, every turn of his wrist precise, deliberate just like he

Cassian Wolfe's car rolled to a smooth halt at the curb outside Elena's apartment. The city lights painted her face in pale gold and soft shadows, and for a fleeting moment he almost let himself forget who he was—CEO, Wolfe heir, the man who was supposed to keep control. He should have driven away the second she stepped out, should have closed the door between them and sealed off everything dangerous that lingered in the air. But instead, his hand hovered near the wheel, and his eyes followed her until she disappeared through the front door. A vibration broke the silence. His phone lit up against the leather console. One new message. The name froze his blood. Adrian Wolfe. Cassian's brother. And a sitting board member. ~ "She looks comfortable in your car. The press won't need much more to confirm what they're already whispering. Be careful, Cassian. The company can't afford a scandal. Neither can you." Cassian's jaw tightened. He didn't reply. Not because he didn't h

The night would not end for Elena. Her apartment was cloaked in quiet, but her mind was a storm that refused to settle. She lay curled on the couch, blanket tangled around her legs, her phone glowing faintly on the coffee table. Midnight had come and gone, yet sleep slipped further away each time she closed her eyes. The nausea had faded only enough to leave behind a dull ache in her stomach. Every time she thought of the whispers, the articles, the glances at work, the ache grew sharper. She pressed a trembling hand over her belly. Five months... The child shifted faintly beneath her palm as if reminding her of a truth she could neither run from nor hide forever. Her laptop sat open on the table. The cursor blinked on a blank email addressed to Human Resources. She had typed three words earlier: Effective immediately, I— But she couldn't finish. Her throat closed up every time her finger hovered over the keys. Leaving would mean peace, yes. No more whispers, no more headl

The door clicked shut behind her with a finality that made her spine stiffen. Elena's palms still tingled where she had clenched them in her lap during Adrian Wolfe's interrogation. His words clung to her skin like a second shadow, refusing to leave even though she was no longer in his office. "This child you're carrying… you are certain who the father is, aren't you, Miss Marlowe?" The memory alone made her stomach turn. She pressed a hand there instinctively, though her baby was still too small for her to feel movement. It wasn't just about her anymore. Every cruel insinuation wasn't only an attack on her—it was an attack on the life she was trying desperately to protect. Her heels clicked against the marble floor of Wolfe International's headquarters, each step heavier than the last. The glass walls around her reflected her own pale face back at her eyes too wide, lips pressed too tight, shoulders pulled taut as though bracing for another blow. She hated that Adrian had go