All Chapters of PREGNANT WITH MY FATHER-IN-LAW’S HEIR: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 22From the car ride to the looming, eerie building, Cassandra knew only silence. A heavy, suffocating silence.The vehicle rolled to a stop with a soft halt, and her heart stuttered. Her eyes were covered with the blindfold, robbing her of sight, but she tried desperately to rely on her other senses. The air outside was still. She could hear nothing but the soft hum of the wind, the distant sounds of crickets, and the croaking of frogs somewhere nearby. It was as though the world itself was tensed. A firm hand wrapped around her arm, guiding her forward. The touch was delicate, and though Cassandra couldn’t see her, she was almost certain it belonged to Matilda. That suspicion was confirmed when Matilda's breath brushed her ear, her voice soft and reassuring.“You’ll be fine,” she whispered.Her words hadn't fulfilled their purpose. Cassandra was still uneasy, her brows knitted with fear.And then, just as suddenly, the touch changed, a colder grip took over. Cassandra was

CHAPTER 24The second attack came faster than Cassandra had expected. Racheal's eyes had gone feral, her pace increasing with each step she took towards Cassandra. Her gaze, formerly trembling with fear had been replaced by raw, murderous intent. Burning so brightly that Cassandra could see it. She could feel it. With a snarl, Racheal came forward, swiftly closing the space between them, her blade slicing through the air. Cassandra tried to dodge as much as she could, but Racheal's attacks were becoming more precise, more calculated. Her hands were still tied, yet Cassandra was the one struggling to keep up. In that moment, a sudden, searing pain tore through Cassandra's upper arm as the dagger cut into her flesh. She cried out, staggering backward and clutching the wound as warm blood seeped between her trembling fingers to the concrete floor. She quickly averted her eyes from the blood, pressing down on the wound. “Ah—!” Her breath hitched, panic rising up her throat. She wince

CHAPTER 26 The world around them slowly melted away, silence seeping in as Cassandra's eyes fluttered shut. Her hands moved from Dante’s chest to the back of his neck, her fingers grazing his skin. Then, without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Her heart was racing, a cold, thrilling sensation running down her spine. She knew she was crossing a line they both might not recover from, a boundary that once broken could ruin them both. But at the same time, she felt like her heart was in the right place. Dante didn't resist her. He couldn't. He had lost all control, his composure crumbling the moment Cassandra's lips touched his. He kissed her back, slowly at first, then with a hunger that surprised even him. His insides tingled with a mixture of guilt and excitement. Every subtle movement she made seemed to intensify the wave of desire washing over him. Something dark began to stir within him. At this point, he was fighting

CHAPTER 28 The air inside the investigation room was stifling, the atmosphere thick with tension. Two men sat across from each other, a single metallic table set in between them. The table was littered, papers and documents scattered like autumn leaves on it, and a metal cuff that clung to no one in particular. Detective Aaron Adler leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. He placed his chin on his intertwined fingers, his gaze locking on the man opposite him. His eyes were sharp. He had the look of a man who believed he had finally won. On the other side sat Dante Krüger, unreadable. His arms were folded across his chest, shoulders squared, and his face devoid of expression. Aaron studied him for a long moment, his lips then curling into a faint, triumphant smirk. “I finally did it,” he muttered under his breath, his tone heavy with sadistic pleasure. Across from him, Dante didn’t move. His frown remained fixed, his gaze steady. For a man accused of murder, illegal

CHAPTER 30 “You arrested Viktor’s father, Aaron. Why wouldn’t I have come?” Cassandra’s voice trembled. She paused for a moment before asking. “What happened? Did you find something on Mr. Krüger?” Before Aaron could respond, Dante appeared from the hallway. The sound of police chatter faltered as he passed through the lobby. He was calm, collected, yet his presence still commanded attention. Dante didn’t glance at Aaron first. His eyes found Cassandra’s instead, locking onto her worried-filled gaze. Then he turned away, walking toward Viktor, who stood a few meters off, waiting. Cassandra followed him with her eyes, her chest tightening. There was no fear in Dante's posture, no hesitation in his steps. Viktor was right. Aaron noticed her distraction and spoke quietly, his voice hinting on exhaustion. “I did find something,” he said. “Thanks to you.” He further explained “All but one person was found deceased in that file you got me.” He hesitated, his jaw tightening as he for