Lahat ng Kabanata ng Carrying The Alpha's Child: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Ava stood outside the grand hotel, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared up at the tall building. The night was cool, and a slight breeze tousled her long blonde hair. She hadn’t planned on being here, hadn’t thought she’d sink this low—but she was desperate, and when desperation sank its claws into you, pride was the first thing to go.She allowed all the fame and attention got to her head and totally forgot who was behind it. As ashamed as she is to admit it, the name stone is the reason different agencies were fighting for her, the reason why countless jobs were coming for only her.Now she is about to lose that name. The name that has carried her places, let her into places where others weren't allowed, given her respects from both young and old. Open doors that were locked to others.She let out a tired sighThis was her last shot, her last chance to win Lucas back, to fix everything. She still remembers the cold look in his eyes the last time they spoke, his disgust wit

Bella sat in the garden behind the convent, playing with her son, Aiden, His laugh was infectious, filling the air with a sense of peace that Bella hadn’t felt in a long time. She smiled warmly, watching him attempt to crawl toward the flowers with his little chubby hands. At just six months old, Aiden was already so full of life—strong and healthy. Bella marveled at how much he looked like Lucas, with the same piercing eyes and dark hair. She often found herself lost in thought.As she picked up Aiden, holding him close, one of the sisters that has become so close to her approach. Sister Margaret has become a close friend to Bella over the months she had spent at the convent. She had a calm, motherly presence that Bella had grown to appreciate, and they often talked when Bella wasn’t working at the nearby restaurant."Bella," Sister Margaret began, her voice gentle as always. "When you have a moment, I’d like to talk to you."Bella smiled, nodding as she adjusted Aiden in her arms

Bella sat on the edge of the small bed in their cramped apartment, watching as her son, Aiden, babbled to himself, playing with his little hands and feet. His dark curls bounced with every giggle, and his bright, curious eyes sparkled as he discovered the world around him. Today was his first birthday—a milestone she had both looked forward to and dreaded. Aiden had grown so much in the past year, blossoming from the tiny, fragile newborn she had cradled with trembling arms into a strong, healthy boy who bore a striking resemblance to his father. Every time Bella looked at him, her heart would twist with both love and sorrow. His big, dark eyes, his high cheekbones, the dimple that appeared when he smiled, and even the birthmark on his ankle—it was as if Lucas had been stamped into Aiden’s very being. It was both beautiful and painful to see the face of the man she once loved so clearly reflected in her son. Aiden had no idea it was his birthday, of course. He didn’t understand the

Lucas stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cufflinks on his tailored suit. It had been almost a year since he had attended anything resembling a party or celebration. In fact, it had been almost a year since he had allowed himself to step back into the world he once thrived in—the world of power, wealth, and influence. But tonight, for reasons even he couldn’t quite understand, he had decided to attend his business partner’s birthday celebration.The invitation had arrived a week ago, sent by Crane, one of his longest-standing business partners and an old friend. The party, as expected, was set to be an extravagant affair—lavish, over the top, and filled with people Lucas hadn’t seen in far too long. He had no real desire to be there. His heart wasn’t in the business of parties anymore, For the past year, Lucas had buried himself in work, throwing all his energy into growing his business empire, shutting out the pain that came from Bella’s absence. His social calendar had rem

In the small stone-walled corridor of the convent, the quiet atmosphere was disrupted by the muffled sound of two voices growing louder. Sister Agnes and Sister Mary stood facing each other, their faces tight with tension as they whispered in hurried tones.“It’s the right thing to do,” Sister Mary insisted, her voice barely contained. “I know it seems wrong, but it's the right thing to do. She might not right now, but in the future she will thank us”“But we don’t know how she’ll react,” Sister Agnes countered, her voice low but firm. “She’s been through enough. What if it’s too much for her to handle?”Sister Mary shook her head, frustration clear in her eyes. “She will be fine. I think it's the best for the boy. Things are not exactly how she has been thinking. I searched him up, you need to see what I saw. I was speechless, not only is he really rich, he is a—”Just as Sister Agnes opened her mouth to respond, the soft creak of the convent door interrupted them. Both nuns fell sil