Semua Bab PREGNANT WITH MY FATHER-IN-LAW’S HEIR: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter 1 “Do you, Miss Cassandra Adler, take master Viktor Krüger to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse……” The priest’s voice blurred into a distant hum. Cassandra barely heard the vows, her thoughts drifting as she stared through the white veil at the man waiting before her. Viktor Krüger was smiling. Too brightly, too eagerly. His eyes glittered with devotion, the kind she had prayed she would one day feel in return. But she didn’t. Not for him. Her lips curled into a weary smile, but guilt weighed on her chest. She wished she didn't have to pretend to be in love with him. Her father had promised love might come later. She wasn't so sure. Their union was nothing more than a means of neutralization, ultimate protection for the Adler family from the Mafia or any crime syndicate organization, and a way to bring both families closer. Their marriage wasn't born of love. It was a contract. Cassandra let out a quiet s

Chapter 3 Cassandra slammed both her hands onto her mouth, stifling the gasp that threatened to escape. It was Dante. Her stomach twisted, her body frozen in place as she realized what she was witnessing. He was in the dim glow of the room, head tipped back, chest rising in ragged breaths. His hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes on his own body, each groan he let out low and inciting. Blush crept up Cassandra’s face. She should turn away. She should never have come this far down the hall. And yet, her gaze refused to break. Every sound he made seemed to coil around her spine, causing her knees to wobble. Then, with a strangled breath, Dante shuddered, his release forcing out a sharp, broken cry of “Mein Engel…” Cassandra staggered back, her heart dropping with a thud. What was she doing? What had she just seen? Shame washed over her, yet the image of him burned hot and merciless in her mind. She would never unsee it. She fled, nearly stumbling down the corridor before forcin

Chapter 5 One more inch, Just one. But the door creaked open. Cassandra jolted, her body stiffening. Dante drew back slowly, his jaw flexing. Viktor stood at the threshold, his sharp gaze flicking from his father’s towering frame to Cassandra's tensed shoulders. For a split second, silence crushed the air, heavy with the weight of what almost happened. “Viktor,” Dante drawled, his voice smooth, unshaken, as if he hadn’t been about to cross a line that could tear his family apart. He stepped back, reclaiming the space, sliding his hands casually into his pockets. “You’re back.” Cassandra pressed her lips together, fighting the wild throbbing of her heart. She lowered her eyes, turning around, hoping Viktor wouldn’t notice the redness in her cheeks or the trembling in her fingers. Viktor's eyes softened at Cassandra. He chuckled lightly “What are you doing in the Don's study?” He teased. He walked over to her, pressed a quick kiss to her lips, it was warm possessive, familiar. Cas

Chapter 7 The bathroom door creaked open, steam spilling into the room. Cassandra stepped out, the cotton towel held firmly to her chest, water still trailing from her hair in tiny droplets.Her eyes froze when she caught sight of Viktor by the bed, placing her phone down on the bedside table. For a split second, fear jolted through her, her breath hitching. But when she realized that he did not have access to her phone, relief fluttered weakly in her chest.She plastered a small smile on her face as their eyes locked. Viktor's eyes lingered on her, his gaze pinning her in place.“Something wrong?” She asked softly.He shook his head, though his silence was heavy. His eyes traced her slowly, unhurriedly, from the droplets glittering on her wet lashes, to the damp strands of hair clinging to her neck, to the way the towel hugged the curves of her body. He swallowed hard, the motion betraying how tightly he restrained himself.A thought flashed in his mind, causing his insides to heat

CHAPTER 9At a slight gesture from the patriarch, silence swept the hall. A man stepped forward, carrying a dagger upon a velvet silk. The carrier held it so delicately, so carefully balanced, it felt as though the slightest touch could break it. At the sight of the strange object, Cassandra's stomach sank. What did they did a weapon for? Her chest tightened, the air around her turning heavy. In a desperate search for assurance, her eyes peered into Viktor's, her brows furrowed dreadfully.“Don’t worry,” Viktor mouthed, his lips curling into a faint smile.But the smile unsettled her more than it comforted. A lump pressed against her throat, her breath unsteady.The carrier placed the dagger into the patriarch’s outstretched hands, then bowed and left. The patriarch raised the blade above his shoulders, as though offering it to unseen gods.“This dagger,” He began in an ominous tone “Has been consecrated by the blood of our enemies. With it, Cassandra Adler, you will be bound to us….