All Chapters of My Stepbrother Got Me Pregnant: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

HunterI stopped the car in front of the house and stepped out. The night air hit my face and itdid nothing to calm the knot in my chest.I shouldn’t have left.Not when Chris was still here.Not when I had days left to pull her back to me.But the meeting couldn’t wait.Dad’s heart attack had rattled the company. In the corporate world, the word spreadfast.Shareholders panicked and the shares dipped.They wanted reassurance. They wanted blood in the room.Dad asked me to go.I told him to postpone it. A week wouldn’t kill them.He shook his head. He had no idea how badly I wanted to be here. Around Chris.Watching her like she is my world.He would never understand that.So I went.Now I was back. My mind was already fucked due to arguments with shareholders.I stepped in. Lights glowed through the windows. Calm and normal.Too normal.Inside Melania and Dad were already at the table. Their plates were half-empty andglasses pushed aside.The clock on the wall read almost eight.C

HunterI pushed through the hospital doors with Christina in my arms. Her head lolled against my chest.Too light. Too still.I took the stairs two at a time. Heading straight to the second floor. Dr. Shelly’s wing.“Shelly. Chris—”She looked up. Completely frozen.Her eyes went wide. Like she’d just seen a ghost. Chris was soaked in blood so my shirt was.“Oh my God.”She snapped into motion. Hand slicing the air. “Stretcher. Now.”Nurses came running. Someone slid the gurney under Christina. I stepped back onlybecause they forced me to.The corridor exploded with movement. Shoes pounding. Orders flying and ICU doors swinging open.Shelly walked beside the stretcher, checking Christina’s pulse. Her jaw was tight.“I warned her,” she said. More to herself than to me. “She should’ve been careful.Especially in early pregnancy.”The word hit me harder than any punch.I stopped walking.The world tilted.I stared at Shelly. “What did you say?”She faltered. Her steps slowed.She opened

ChristinaJust moments ago, when Dr. Shelly told me my baby had survived that brutal poison, I broke down. I couldn’t stop crying.I had already mourned him.I thought I had lost him forever.I thought I would never get to hold my baby again.But somehow, against every odd, he survived.Because of Shelly. Because of the staff. Because fate showed mercy for once.My baby was alive.When Shelly turned to leave, ready to tell Hunter the truth, panic clawed at my chest. I grabbed her wrist.“Don’t,” I said.She froze. “What?” Her eyes widened. “You want me to tell him his baby died?”I took a deep breath. It burned all the way down.“Yes.”Her face went pale. “Chris, that’s insane. Why would you—”“Do you really think my family would survive the truth?” I asked quietly.The words hung between us. Heavy. Final.Shelly didn’t answer.She couldn’t.“Dr. Shelly, this truth would destroy my entire family,” I said softly. “Including my mother’s happiness.”My throat tightened. “She doesn’t dese

Christina“The last gown you designed,” Douglas said, scanning the reports in his hand, “we’ve already received fourteen orders.”I blinked, surprised.Douglas, my boss and my friend.He owned the departmental store. The fashion brand too. He was the one who had taken a chance on me when I was still new. A nobody with sketches and hope.He was kind to me when I least expected from the world. Gave me a place to live, to work. I owed him more than I could say.Now my designs filled the front displays of his stores. Mannequins dressed in my work. Windows glowing with fabrics I had once only imagined.“The wedding season is coming,” I said, steadying myself. “Should we focus on a bridal collection?”Douglas looked up. A slow smile spread across his face.“Yes.. But I want you to model for one of your designs..” He said and my head snapped up.“Are we short of models?” I asked sarcastically. Douglas had the top models of the country.“No.. I want to see you in a wedding gown..” He said, s

ChristinaHis hand rested on the buttons of his coat as he stepped out of the car.Calm. Controlled.Powerful as ever.Then his eyes landed on me.He froze.Pure disbelief spread across his face. He stared at me like I was a ghost dragged out of his past. Like he wasn’t sure I was real.Seconds passed. Heavy and charged.I saw it in his expression. His eyes didn’t blink.He was still processing. Replaying memories. Connecting pieces.Then his gaze dropped.To Kai.And something shifted.A flicker. A shock. Something close to fear.My heart slammed against my ribs.I tightened my grip on Kai’s small fingers.No.He can’t recognize him.He can’t.Hunter stood there like the world had stopped turning.For a second, it was just us. Five years of silence hanging in the air.Before he could speak, the front door swung open.The same woman from inside walked out in her heels, smiling brightly. She went straight to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.“Hunter,” she laughed and kissed his