All Chapters of Mr. CEO's Darling Shame: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

AVA’S POVThe word positive blinked up at me in neat black letters, and for a long moment, I just stared at it, my breath caught in my throat.I pressed a trembling hand to my lips, laughter and tears threatening to spill all at once. After months of trying, after all my silent prayers whispered into the darkness of our bedroom, it had finally happened. I was pregnant.Adrian’s child.My fingers tightened around the test results until the paper crinkled. I could already imagine the look on his face when I told him. Adrian was always so controlled, so careful about appearances, but this… this would break through the ice. He would smile. He had to.For two years, I had longed to give him this. To give us this. A family.I brushed a stray curl behind my ear, wiped at the dampness on my cheeks, and tucked the results safely into my bag. Then I hurried out of the clinic, my heart fluttering like it hadn’t in years.Adrian would be at the office—probably in the middle of one of his big meet

AVA’S POVBy the time Ethan dropped me off at the Voss family estate, my tears had dried into a dull ache behind my eyes. I promised him again that I’d be fine, that there was no need to tell Father. Adrian didn’t mean what he’d said. Ethan didn’t believe me. I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his hands tightened around the steering wheel before he drove away.But what choice did I have? If Father found out, Adrian’s deal with Sinclair Global would vanish overnight—and with it, the only dream I had left of Adrian achieving his dreams and someday being proud of me.I pushed open the front door, stepping into the cold, cavernous entryway. The scent of polish and lemon cleaner lingered in the air, but it did nothing to soften the voices that greeted me.“There you are,” my mother-in-law, Margaret Voss, snapped from the sitting room. “Where have you been, Ava? Running off first thing in the morning while the house looks like a pigsty? I suppose you expect us to make ou

AVA’S POVI woke the next morning to an empty bed. The sheets beside me were cold, already smoothed out from hours of absence. For a moment, I thought Adrian was in the shower, or maybe in the kitchen grabbing coffee before work. But the house was silent.Too silent.I glanced at the nightstand. No note. My heart stuttered. Adrian always left a note when he had to leave early. Just a small thing—a kiss to my cheek, a scribbled Don’t wait up or Have breakfast, don’t skip it. A routine that had been ours since the first month of marriage.But today, nothing.A hollow ache spread through my chest. He hadn’t even checked on me.I pressed my palm against my stomach. “It’s okay,” I whispered to the life growing inside me. “He’s just busy.”But deep down, doubt gnawed at me. I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in my gut.***The voices hit me the moment I descended the stairs.“You’re finally awake,” Margaret Voss snapped from the living room, her disapproval sharp enough to cut glass. Her g

MARGARET’S POV“Well, she’s heavier than I thought.”Marissa’s voice trembled as she struggled to grip the ends of the sheet, Ava’s limp, bloodied form sagging in the middle. My daughter’s face was pale as the moon, sweat dripping down her temples.“Shut your mouth and keep moving,” I snapped, hoisting my end higher. My back screamed with the effort, but I refused to falter. “If anyone sees this—”“Mama,” Marissa whined, stumbling as the sheet slipped from her hands, “I think she’s… she’s still breathing.”“Good,” I hissed. “That means we have less time to waste.”We shuffled toward the back door, every second stretching into eternity. My heart pounded, not with guilt—never that—but with fear of being caught. The last thing I needed was some nosy neighbor sniffing around.I shoved the sheet-covered mess onto the tiles and hissed, “Stay here. Don’t move. Don’t breathe. And if she stirs, you know what to do.”Marissa gasped. “Mama, I can’t—”“Then sit on her if you must!” I snapped.I s