Semua Bab A MISTAKE WITH MY BABY DADDY’S BROTHER: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Aria’s POV “Miss Sterling!” My landlord’s voice thundered outside my door, loud enough for the entire hallway to hear. I froze, clutching the edge of the worn counter as my kettle hissed on the rusty stove. I knew this was coming, but not like this. The banging on my door came harder. “I know you’re in there! You think you can keep hiding, huh? It’s the third month, Aria!” I heard the creaking sound of my neighbor's door, I knew them too well, they had peeked to see how the embarrassment was going. I knew the ones who felt pity and also the ones who would rather judge. My cheeks burned. The door rattled again. “If you don’t come out now, I’ll drag you out myself!” I opened the door slowly, pressing the fabric of my thin, coffee-stained lab coat against me, the seams already tearing under my fingers. “Mr. Halpern, please, just give me until next week—” He frowned, “Next week?” he said, eyes shining like an angry god. Then his eyes found the kettle boiling behind me. “You

Liam’s POV“She was in the lab earlier today, but I think she’s left now,” Dr. Helena said through the phone. “Though, I am keeping a close watch on her,” she added.I sat up straight in my chair, turning to face the monitor. Aria stood near the glass counter, looking at the samples with those same deep eyes I once knew so well. My heart clenched as I watched from the replayed CCTV footage—what had already been recorded hours earlier.“She doesn’t remember anything,” I whispered to myself.Years ago, we lost everything. Aria was part of a dangerous experiment. It was called the Surrogate Project. It wasn’t just science—it was pain, risk, and sacrifice.We shut it down after so many things went wrong. She was the only one who survived. But she forgot it all—me, the truth, and our child.Yes, our child.The little boy downstairs, the one who plays with puzzles in the daycare, is our son. She doesn’t know.She can’t remember giving birth. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her—not now, not

Chloe’s POV “She’s remembering too much. She’s being moved tonight.” That was the message I got. No name. No number. Just a single line. I stared at my phone, my hands shaking. I read it over and over, hoping I misunderstood. But no. The words stayed the same—cold and final. “She’s being moved tonight.” I jumped off my bed and grabbed my coat. “Where are you going?” my roommate, Jenny, asked. “I have to find Aria.” “Now? Chloe, it’s past midnight!” “I don’t care. Something’s wrong. I can feel it.” Jenny sat up on the couch. “Is it about that job again?” “Yes. I just got a text. It says Aria is being moved tonight. She remembers too much.” Jenny frowned. “What does that even mean?” “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.” The roads were dark and empty as I drove to Westwood Biotech. My mind kept replaying her voice from earlier—whispering, scared. “Chloe… did I ever… have a baby?” That question broke me. I knew Aria. She’d been my best friend since high school. We tol

Mrs. McAdams’s POV “The whole story got to me, Aria, how did you end up here?” “I don't know either, I can't tell, Nana. I’m so glad you came through for me.” “Blake told me about it and I decided to check on you. I now work here, in the daycare,” I said, pointing at the back. “Aria, don't tell me everything I heard was true?” I asked, my voice laced with a hint of disappointment. “I trained you to be better, I trained you to be smart and strong. How could you even accept a job like this? A job that exposes your terrible past. We all know that when Ethan grows up he will definitely find his mother; but look now, you got yourself in a mess you may never be able to come out of.” Aria began to fidget, “What should I do now, Nana? They’re taking Ethan far away from me and you know I can't live without my boy,” her brows raised slightly. I pulled her in for a warm embrace. I remember those days, when Aria was still in my foster home before a newlywed couple came to adopt her. Ari