All Chapters of Falling for him : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Drake’s POV “Yes,” she said quietly. “The company was losing clients. We needed immediate action.”“You had no authority to make strategic decisions at this level,” I said harshly.Her eyes hardened slightly.“The board gave me authority.”That stung.I looked around the office again.My office.My space.It felt invaded.“Get out,” I said.She blinked.“What?”“You heard me,” I said, my tone sharpening. “You’ve done enough.”She stared at me as if I had just struck her.“I kept this company from collapsing,” she said, her voice trembling now. “While you were fighting for your life.”“And now I’m back,” I replied coldly. “So step aside.”The silence between us was thick.She swallowed, her hand instinctively resting over her stomach.“You don’t remember anything,” she whispered.“I remember enough,” I said flatly.Her eyes filled slightly, but she blinked it away.“I was never trying to take anything from you,” she said.“It looks like you were sitting very comfortably in my position

Chloe’s POV “I know,” she said before I could speak. “I’m already looking into it.”“They used my credentials again,” I whispered.“They mirrored your authentication,” she replied. “This wasn’t amateur. It’s internal.”Internal.Of course it was.Margaret.Jack.Or someone loyal to them.“They timed it for tonight,” I said.“Yes,” Mia answered. “Public arrest maximizes damage.”I closed my eyes.“Can they hold me?”“They can detain you while investigating,” she said carefully. “But I’ll work to get you released on bail.”“I didn’t do it,” I repeated.“I know.”Hours later, I was placed in a holding room temporarily.The fluorescent light overhead was harsh. The air was cold.I sat down slowly on the bench and leaned back against the wall.Six months pregnant.Award winner.Acting CEO.And now—Suspect.Again.My mind drifted back to the look on Margaret’s face.That slight smile.She had wanted this.To humiliate me publicly.To strip away everything I had rebuilt.And she had succee

Chloe’s POVMy sister was dead.“She died alone,” I whispered brokenly. “Because I wasn’t there.”“That’s not true,” Mia tried to say.“I promised her,” I cried. “I promised I would fix everything.”My knees buckled beneath me.Pain shot through my back as I fell forward, clutching my stomach instinctively.The scream that tore from my throat didn’t sound human.It was raw.Grief poured out of me uncontrollably.Two people in comas.One erased from memory.One now buried.And I was behind bars.I couldn’t breathe.I couldn’t think.My vision blurred completely as sobs wracked my body.“I killed her,” I whispered hoarsely. “If I hadn’t gotten involved with him… if I hadn’t fought… she wouldn’t—”“You did not kill her,” Mia said firmly through tears. “You are not responsible for this.”But the guilt swallowed me whole.My body trembled violently.A sharp pain gripped my abdomen.The world tilted sideways.Voices shouted in the background.Guards rushing.Mia calling my name.I tried to

Drake’s POV I felt something shift violently inside me.I hope she doesn’t survive.The cruelty of it hit harder than I expected.Margaret ended the call and looked up, startled to see me standing there.“You’re up early,” she said lightly.“Who was that?” I asked.“No one important,” she replied dismissively. “Just hospital gossip.”“Chloe is in labor,” I said flatly.Margaret’s smile faltered.“She’s eight months,” she said. “Premature. It happens.”“And you hope she dies?” I asked.Her expression hardened.“Don’t start,” she snapped. “That woman has destroyed our lives.”Something twisted painfully in my chest.Destroyed our lives.The phrase echoed against something fragile in my mind.A hospital corridor.Her tears.Her hand over her stomach.My name on her lips.The sensation passed too quickly to grasp.“I’m going out,” I said abruptly.Margaret frowned.“Where?”“For air.”She didn’t believe me.But she didn’t stop me either. That night, I drove alone to the hospital.I didn’

Chloe’s POV The day of Hilda’s burial was heavy with silence.The sky was gray, not raining, not sunny. Just suspended in stillness, like the world itself was unsure how to respond.I stood beside the casket in a simple black dress that fell loosely over my body. My stomach was still tender from childbirth. My steps were slower. My movements careful. Jessica remained in the hospital under observation, and leaving her even for a few hours felt like tearing something open inside me.But I had to be there.For Hilda.People gathered quietly. Neighbors from our old apartment. A few former colleagues. Some hospital staff who had grown fond of her. Even a few executives from the company stood at a respectful distance.The police were present too.They did not cuff me.They did not restrict me.They simply observed.My charges were still pending. My name was not fully cleared yet. But the public arrest and the recent revelations had shifted the narrative. There were investigations underway