Semua Bab FOR HER SAKE: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Amelia’s POVRafael’s words lingered like thick fog in the air long after I stood. My legs moved before my head caught up, before I could talk myself out of it. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of watching me sit there, pretending he hadn’t just threatened to unravel everything I’d worked for.I pushed back from the table, trying my best to stay steady and controlled. “We’re done here.”He didn’t rise immediately. He only lifted his coffee cup, swirling it idly before taking a sip. Then, with maddening leisure, he stood.“Always so dramatic,” he murmured, his smile even wide this time.I ignored him and headed for the door, my heels clicking softly against the floor. My chest was tight and I reminded myself to keep my breath measured continuously, refusing to look back. I wouldn’t.The bell over the door chimed as I stepped outside, the cool air rushing against my skin. Kelvin was there instantly, moving toward me, his eyes scanning my face with that silent question of: Are

Ruby’s POVThe tea was lukewarm now, but I kept sipping anyway, if only for the comfort of the cup between my palms. My stomach churned like it had been for days, a low ache that no amount of rest seemed to fix.And of course, because fate hated me, Gabriel sat sprawled across the chair opposite me like he owned the damn living room.He hadn’t said a word yet, which was somehow worse than when he did. His very presence grated on me. The way he lounged like this was his kingdom, cigarette dangling between two fingers, his smirk carved into his face like it had been born there and wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.“You’re breathing too loud,” I muttered finally, glaring into my tea.“I’ll try suffocating next time,” he shot back, his expression as unbothered as can be. He sure had a knack for being a piece of work.Before I could throw something at him, Amelia appeared in the doorway. She looked drained, shadows under her eyes, her blouse slightly wrinkled, a clear sign she’d been wre

Amelia’s POVThe ride to the pharmacy was quiet at first, Ruby staring out the tinted window like the world outside was suddenly an interesting place to her, Gabriel was sitting perfectly in the passenger seat, his gaze steady on the road as the driver worked the car. He had insisted on coming along and because we were tired of hearing him nag about security, we just let him. Although I genuinely doubted there would’ve been a way to leave the estate without his knowledge. He had also let out a very weird chuckle when he had found out what we were going for, which was just as annoying as he could get. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered finally, breaking the silence. “Kelvin disappears without a word, and somehow I’m downgraded to babysitting two ladies on a pregnancy test run.”Ruby didn’t even flinch. She turned her head just enough to pin him with a glare. “You’re not babysitting. You’re tagging along because you somehow thought you were important to this trip.”His head snapped t

Amelia’s POVThe glass façade of Jharvis Construction gleamed in the morning light, so polished it reflected the city skyline back at me like it was mocking me. I clutched my folder tighter, the papers inside needing nothing more than a signature, simple, straightforward, and impersonal. And yet my pulse was anything but steady.The receptionist greeted me with a too-bright smile as I walked into the lobby. “Good morning, Ms. Amelia. Here to finalize the contract addendum?”“Yes,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Mr. Blaine should have the documents.”She clicked at her keyboard, nodding quickly. “Of course. He’s expecting you. If you’d like to wait here, I’ll let him know.”I gave her a tight smile and lowered myself into one of the lobby chairs. Across the marble floor, businesspeople moved briskly, suits and heels clicking against stone. They looked so certain of their place, like they belonged here. For the first time in a while, I felt like I didn’t.Mr. Blaine appeared five minu

Ruby’s POVThe tea on my nightstand had gone cold hours ago, the steam long dead. I hadn’t touched it after pouring because I couldn’t stop touching myself. Instead, my hand splayed over my stomach, sliding absent circles over the flatness that probably wouldn’t stay flat for long.I didn’t even know why I did it. Some part of me wanted to feel something, proof maybe, like there’d be a little kick or spark of movement even though I knew it was far too early. Mostly, it was because when my hand was there, I could believe I was in control. That it was my choice to hold, to protect, to keep.Which was a joke, really. Because control was the one thing I knew I didn’t have anymore.My phone buzzed against the nightstand. I grabbed it too quickly, like it could’ve been him. Of course, it wasn’t. Just some pointless notification.With a groan, I flopped back against the pillows, my fingers tightening around the phone. My thumb hovered over his name in my call log. Ricardo. God, how pathetic