Todos os capítulos de Reluctant Love Reckless Heir : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

ISLA POV I’d imagined this moment a thousand times. Walking into Knight Industries, standing face-to-face with Adrian Knight, and telling him the truth. None of my versions ended with me being thrown out by security. The second the words left my mouth, “I’m pregnant.” the entire lobby froze. Heads turned, whispers rippled through the air, and the receptionist’s smug expression faltered. Adrian stopped mid-stride. His tall, imposing figure towered over the rest of the room. Dressed in a crisp black suit, he looked every bit the powerful billionaire, completely untouchable. His sharp blue eyes locked onto me, unreadable, calculating. For a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in them. But then his gaze darkened. “Take her out,” he ordered. Two guards stepped forward. I took a shaky step back, pressing a hand to my stomach. “You can’t just ignore this,” I said, voice unsteady but determined. “This is your child.” Silence. Then, in the coldest voice I’d ever heard, he

ISLA povI should have known Adrian wouldn’t be able to handle this.Men never could.The moment we got back to his penthouse, I could feel the tension radiating off him. His jaw was tight, his movements sharp and impatient as he stalked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water like it was the only thing keeping him from throwing me out.I tried to ignore him.Tried to focus on the fact that, for the first time in months, I wasn’t sleeping on a stiff mattress in a run-down motel. That I wasn’t watching my back every second, waiting for Victor Morelli’s men to find me and drag me back to hell.But it was hard to ignore Adrian Kingston.Especially when he turned his sharp gaze on me like I was a problem he couldn’t quite figure out how to solve.“You’re staying here,” he said finally. Not a question. A statement.I set my half-eaten sandwich down. “For how long?”His eyes flickered down to my stomach before snapping back up.“Until we figure out if you’re lying.”My chest tightened.

ISLAThe tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.Elena Russo stood there in her designer heels, her red-painted lips curved into an annoyingly perfect smirk.I recognized her immediately.I mean, who wouldn’t?She was practically a socialite princess, always appearing in magazines beside Adrian like they were some golden couple destined for each other.And now, she was here.Looking at me.Looking at my stomach.Her expression never faltered, but I saw the flash of something in her eyes.Disdain?Anger?Jealousy?I couldn’t tell.But I didn’t trust her.“Adrian,” she said, her voice smooth and possessive, like she had every right to be here. “Why didn’t you tell me you were back?”Adrian leaned against his desk, arms crossed.“I didn’t think I had to,” he said simply.I almost smirked.Almost.But then Elena turned her sharp gaze back to me.“And you,” she said sweetly, stepping closer. “How long have you been… in Adrian’s life?”I knew what she meant.She wanted to know how

ISLAI woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest, breath short and frantic as if I’d just run miles. My body felt cold, sweat covering my skin despite the warmth of the blankets wrapped tightly around me. It took me a moment to realize I was no longer trapped in that nightmare, Victor’s laughter, the sound of the gunshot, Elena’s taunting voice. The cold fear that had gripped me so tightly moments before was still there, lingering on the edges of my mind, even though I was now in a place of safety.But safety didn’t feel real anymore. None of it did.The dream…no, the daymare it was all so vivid. Victor, Elena, the gun, Adrian standing in front of me, protecting me from them… It felt so real, too real. My body tensed, and I fought to slow my breathing as I scanned my surroundings, looking for something familiar.Then it hit me. I wasn’t in the dark, claustrophobic room with Victor and Elena anymore. I wasn’t surrounded by that suffocating tension.I was in Adrian’s bed.And

ADRIAN I trudged into the kitchen with Elena, already exhausted from today's events, she actually helped me a lot with those papers. Isla was sitting at the table, her face scrunched up in a pout."I want roasted eggs with fried baked bread," she said, her voice petulant.I raised an eyebrow. "Uh, okay...where am I supposed to get that from?"Isla's pout deepened. "I don't know, you're the one who's supposed to take care of me!"Elena was already getting upset, I could feel it. She had been trying to avoid Isla, and I knew she was getting frustrated with Isla's constant demands and silly antics.Just then, Isla started carving a ridiculous design into the kitchen table. Elena had had enough."Are you the first pregnant woman alive?" Elena angrily spat, her voice trembling with rage. "You're acting like a spoiled child!"Isla's face turned red with anger. "I'm just trying to get some attention around here!" she shouted.The argument escalated, with both women shouting over each other