All Chapters of From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

JULIAMarcus’s words lingered between us like smoke from a dying fire.‘This time you will not face her alone.’But tonight, I didn’t want to think about anything outside this room. No plans. No threats. No world beyond these four walls. I only wanted him—his hands, his heat, his voice wrapped around me like a promise.He must have sensed the change in me because his dark eyes sharpened with hunger. The corner of his mouth lifted in that slow, predatory smile that always made my pulse race.“Come here,” he said, voice low and thick with need.He took my hand and led me upstairs, his fingers warm and steady. The moment the heavy bedroom door clicked shut and the lock turned with a soft, final sound, everything else disappeared. Only the soft golden glow of the bedside lamps remained, casting warm shadows across the room.Marcus turned me slowly until my back pressed flush against his broad chest. His large hands settled on my hips, thumbs stroking the bare skin just above the waistband

JULIAMorning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains, painting the bedroom in warm gold. I woke slowly, cocooned in heat and the familiar scent of Marcus—dark spice, clean skin, and something undeniably masculine that always made me feel safe. His arm was draped heavily over my waist, palm resting protectively over my lower belly where our baby continued to grow in secret.For a long moment I simply lay there, savoring the quiet. My body felt deliciously used—muscles loose and languid, a pleasant ache between my thighs from the hours Marcus had spent worshipping me last night. Three times he had taken me apart so gently, so thoroughly, that I had lost count of how many times I had moaned his name.I shifted slightly and felt the evidence of our passion still sticky on my skin. A soft smile curved my lips.Marcus stirred behind me, his breath warm against the back of my neck. His hand tightened on my belly, pulling me closer until my back was flush against his chest.“Morning

JULIATen weeks.It still felt surreal every time I thought about it. Only ten weeks since the doctor first confirmed the pregnancy, and my body was already changing faster than I had expected. My breasts were noticeably fuller and tender, brushing against fabric with a sensitivity that made me wince at times.Fatigue hit me in unexpected waves, and a persistent metallic taste lingered in my mouth. Most noticeably, my lower belly had developed a firm, rounded curve that was far more visible than a typical ten-week bump should be. Loose dresses that once hid everything now clung gently to the swell, making me look unmistakably pregnant to anyone who looked closely.I kept telling myself it was normal—maybe I was just showing early because of my build. But today I will finally get some answers.Marcus had been swallowed by urgent work since dawn. A string of tense meetings and calls that couldn’t be rescheduled. When I kissed him goodbye in his study, he had looked up from his laptop wit

JULIAHe laughed softly, the rich sound vibrating through his chest into mine. “You’re right about that.” He carefully set me back on my feet but kept one arm around my waist, his other hand immediately moving to rest on my prominent bump. “Still… be careful for me, okay?”We stood there for a moment, smiling at each other like two people madly in love. Then Marcus’s gaze shifted past me toward the open door. He noticed the dim lights spilling out from the dining room and caught the delicious scent of dinner wafting through the air.“Hm… what’s all this about, baby?” he asked, curiosity and amusement mixing in his tone. His thumb stroked gently over my bump as he guided me back inside. “Candles? Dinner? You’ve been busy while I was gone.”I took his hand and led him toward the dining room, my pulse racing with anticipation. The candles flickered softly on the beautifully set table, casting warm shadows across the walls. The food was already plated and waiting—steaks sizzling gently,

JULIAThe rest of dinner passed in a warm haze of laughter and excited plans. I couldn’t stop talking about the twins—colors for the nursery, tiny clothes, double strollers, and all the little things we would need times two. Marcus listened to every word, his eyes soft and full of quiet joy, occasionally adding his own thoughts in that deep, steady voice. But underneath the sweet conversation, the air between us had shifted. The word “Daddy” still lingered like smoke, and every time I said it, his gaze grew darker, hotter.By the time we finished eating, the manor had grown completely quiet. Marcus had quietly dismissed all the servants earlier in the evening, telling them we wouldn’t need anything else tonight. The staff had vanished discreetly, leaving the entire wing to ourselves. No footsteps in the halls. No distant voices. Just the soft flicker of the dying candles and the heavy, intimate silence that wrapped around us.Marcus stood first and offered me his hand. “Come here,