All Chapters of Pregnant with the Wrong Man’s Child: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

The rain tapped against the glass windows, soft and relentless, as if the heavens were trying to warn me. The world outside was gray and blurred, headlights smeared into pale streaks across the drenched streets. Inside, the air was heavy with silence. The scent of polished wood and faint cologne lingered, yet it did nothing to calm the storm inside my chest.Across the table, Adrian sat watching me.The man I had loved for years. The man who had once sworn he would protect me, who had told me that no matter what the world threw our way, we would face it together. My first love. My only love.And yet tonight, his words cut sharper than any knife.“Just this once,” Adrian said. His voice was low, coaxing, the kind of tone he used when he wanted me to bend. His hand slid over mine, his grip firm, almost desperate, as though afraid I might vanish before he finished speaking. His dark eyes gleamed with intensity, and for a foolish heartbeat, I mistook it for love. “It is only temporary. If

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

Chapter 2

The clang of the prison gates echoed like a final verdict.Cold metal shut behind me, sealing away the last pieces of my freedom. The air inside was thick, laced with disinfectant and despair, every breath sharp in my lungs. I stood frozen, staring at the endless stretch of gray walls, each one humming with whispers of broken promises.My wrists ached from the handcuffs that had only just been removed. The faint red marks across my skin seemed to mock me, branding me with the choice I had made.I signed the papers.For him.For Eloise.For a love I once believed was worth everything.But as the cell door clanged shut, a different truth settled into my bones and I immediately knew this was not love. This was betrayal wearing the mask of devotion.The mattress sagged under my weight when I sat down, springs digging into my thighs. The tiny cell smelled faintly of mildew, and the single barred window let in only a sliver of light. I stared at it, clinging desperately to the illusion of s

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Chapter 3

The man’s words haunted me long after he left that night.What would it take for you to keep your child?I hadn’t answered. Because what could I say? Keeping this child meant facing a world that had already chewed me up and spat me out. It meant finding food when I could barely afford to eat, shelter when doors closed in my face, and protection when the shadows of betrayal followed me everywhere.But the question clung to me like smoke.Four months in prison had been enough to strip me down to bones and shadows. Four months of cold meals, of whispers behind bars, of women who had already surrendered to bitterness. I had fought tooth and nail to keep my belly safe from the fights, from the hunger, from the constant threat of losing what little I had left.Sometimes I would wake in the night, clutching my stomach, terrified that the life inside me would simply give up too. That this tiny heartbeat would stop because I wasn’t strong enough.But somehow, against all odds, I made it.So wh

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Chapter 4

The words hung between us, heavy enough to steal the air from my lungs.Marry me.I blinked at him, certain I had misheard, but his face remained steady, carved in stone. He wasn’t joking.“You’re insane,” I whispered. My voice cracked against the sharp edges of the afternoon air. “You don’t even know me.”“I know enough,” he replied without hesitation. His gaze dropped to my stomach. “You are carrying an heir.”I flinched, clutching the release papers tighter against me as though they could shield me from him. “You don’t need a wife,” I spat. “You just want my child.”He didn’t flinch. If anything, the sharpness of his jaw only grew harder. “You are right. I need an heir. Not a wife. Not a lover. Not a woman to cling to my side. I built an empire from the ground up and now every man with a fortune wants to see it divided when I am gone. They circle me like vultures, waiting for weakness. Waiting for the day they can say Damian Blackwood left no successor.”His name struck me like a s

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Chapter 5

The car slid to a halt in front of a skyscraper that looked more like a blade than a building. All sharp glass edges, silver reflections, and cold defiance against the sky. Damian stepped out first, and the crowd of cameras outside instantly roared to life, flashes tearing across the night like lightning. For a heartbeat, I thought about bolting. The door handle was still in my grip. If I ran, maybe I could disappear into the chaos. But one look at the swarm waiting beyond—their hungry lenses, their shouts that clawed like talons—told me the truth. Alone, I’d be shredded alive. So I followed him. The second I stepped onto the pavement, his hand brushed my lower back, steering me. It wasn’t gentle. It was possession. Every step I took beside him only tightened the noose. Reporters shouted questions, my name mixing with his in the air like poison. My chest locked, panic threatening to swallow me whole. By the time the lobby doors sealed behind us, my legs were trembling. Marbl

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

Chapter 6

The air in Damian’s office felt heavier than the storm I had left behind in the city streets. Every polished surface, every glint of steel and glass, seemed to radiate power and danger. My chest tightened as I pressed my hand to my stomach, feeling the tiny life inside me, a fragile heartbeat that had survived betrayal, prison, and now—this.Adrian lunged across the room like a storm finally breaking loose. The polished floors did nothing to soften the sound of his boots; each step rang like a war drum in my ears. My stomach twisted with fear—any sudden movement could hurt the child I had worked so hard to protect.“Let me go!” Adrian’s roar shattered the tense silence, a sound raw with anger, heartbreak, and obsession. Gold-flecked eyes burned into Damian’s, like molten fire threatening to consume everything in its path. I’d loved him once, believed in his promises, given him my entire heart—and now, watching him like this, I barely recognized the man who had sworn to protect me.Two

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

Chapter 7

It had been two days since the confrontation in Damian’s office. Two days of whispers, stares, and the constant buzz of the city reminding me that nothing about my life was ordinary anymore. I had tried to bury myself in mundane tasks—buying tiny clothes, blankets, toys—anything to feel a connection to the child growing inside me. But no amount of soft cotton or pastel colors could mask the storm brewing around me.The boutique was quiet, a small refuge in a city that never slept. I ran my fingers over a soft, cream-colored onesie, imagining the little hands and feet that would soon fill it. The moment brought a pang of hope and fear so sharp it made me wince.And then I heard it.A voice I’d hoped never to hear again.“Evelyn.”I froze. My stomach dropped. Slowly, I turned, half-expecting to see some harmless stranger.But it wasn’t. It was Eloise.The girl I grew up with. The girl I had once called my best friend. The one I had trusted with secrets, with laughter, with everything a

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

Chapter 8

The world had shifted overnight.One photograph. That was all it took. Damian’s arm around me, his protective stance, the faint softness in his eyes — captured, frozen, and plastered on every major news outlet and gossip blog within hours.“Blackwood Heir Claims Pregnant Fiancée.”“Who Is Evelyn Hart?”“From Prison to Penthouse: The Mysterious Woman Damian Blackwood Can’t Let Go.”My name, my face, my swollen stomach — all laid bare. It felt like every stranger on the street knew me, dissected me, judged me. Everywhere I went, I felt eyes. Some curious, some envious, some downright cruel.And Damian? He seemed… unfazed. If anything, the chaos only made him sharper, more determined.That morning, I found him in the study, standing by the window with a glass of scotch in hand — at nine in the morning. His broad shoulders were stiff, his profile carved in cold concentration as he stared out at the skyline.“Damian,” I said softly, stepping inside.He didn’t turn at first. “We don’t have

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

Chapter 9

Adrian’s POV Two days. That was all it took for the world to start whispering her name again. Evelyn Hart. The woman I left behind. The woman who was supposed to disappear quietly. Instead, her face had returned to the news, not with shame, not with her prison record as it should have been, but clinging to Damian Blackwood’s arm like she belonged there. My Evelyn. Carrying my child. I slammed my fist onto the mahogany desk, the sound cracking through the silence of my office. The screen in front of me replayed the footage for the hundredth time — Damian pulling her close, shielding her like she was worth something. My chest burned at the sight. She was supposed to be broken. Ruined. Forgotten. “Adrian…” Eloise’s voice cut in, soft, trembling with a sweetness that grated on my nerves. She stood in the doorway, her silk robe clinging to her frame, hair tumbling perfectly over her shoulder. “You’ve been staring at that screen for hours. Why can’t you just let her go?” “Because

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

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