Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant And Abandoned, I Returned As A Hidden Heiress: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ANNA’S POV"Anna, where are you? Have you heard the news?” Clara's voice came through the phone, bright and full of excitement. I pressed the phone closer to my ear, frowning. Clara was my colleague from the pharmaceutical company where I work, and she only called me when something big happened. “What news?” I asked, wiping my hands quickly on my apron. The smell of butter and sugar still lingered on my fingers. It was one of my off days from work at Greenleaf Pharmaceutical, so I was standing by my small roadside cake stand watching cars zoom past, hoping someone would stop to buy something before the cakes got cold. “James just got promoted and was awarded a huge sum of money!” Clara almost screamed. “I heard it was because of the new drug formula he submitted, it got approved by Davenport Group and the company is holding a promotion ceremony for him.” For a moment, I froze, my heart thumping so loud it drowned out the sound of traffic. My throat went dry. The drug. I swa

ANNA’S POVMy heart sank as if a stone had dropped into my stomach. I had hidden that slip deep inside a box at the back of my storage room. I thought no one would ever find it. I wasn’t ready to tell anyone.So how had she found it?I had even managed to forget, at least for a little while, that something was growing inside me.I had gone to the hospital two days ago because I was feeling sick, and I walked out with the news that I was four weeks pregnant. That was supposed to be my secret. The one I wanted to share with James when he finally proposed. But now here I was, cornered, exposed, standing alone with my mother’s fury crashing down on me.“You dare ask me what you did?” she shouted, her chest rising and falling. “This is what you’ve been doing with your life? After everything I sacrificed for you, after all the money I spent raising you, you repay me by spreading your legs and getting pregnant like a common street girl? If Bella hadn’t found this, was this how you’d have kep

ANNA'S POV God, my head hurts. A sharp, throbbing ache pulsed behind my eyes, forcing a groan out of me. I blinked several times, my lashes fluttering weakly as the blinding light from the window streamed across my face. My temples thudded like drums, and each breath I took made the pain worse. I turned my head slightly, trying to shield my eyes from the brightness. The light was too strong, too clean, nothing like the dim, cracked blinds I was used to at home. Wait a minute. Windows? My heart skipped. My place never had floor-to-ceiling windows. The most I had was a small square one with a half-broken latch and dust caked on the edges. I sat up a little, confusion flooding me as I took in my surroundings. This wasn’t my room. Not even close. The bed beneath me was far too soft, covered in smooth white sheets that felt like silk under my fingertips. The air smelled faintly of lavender and something expensive, something floral I couldn’t name. My gaze swept around the sp

ANNA'S POV "So, you believe me now?” the woman said to me, her calm voice carrying a hint of hope. “Not even close,” I replied sharply. “I’d first like to see my mom, my real mom.” The look on her face shifted, just slightly. Her brows drew together as her fingers brushed her temple, and she let out a quiet sigh before speaking again. “But you know you’re not in a fit condition to move around. You still need to rest,” she said, her tone filled with a soft concern that I wasn’t used to hearing from anyone lately. “If I can’t move, I’ll tell you I can’t move, okay?” I said, forcing a little attitude into my voice. I wasn’t going to sit here and be treated like a patient when I didn’t even know who she truly was. “Sure,” she said finally. “We’ll go see her. There’s no need to stress yourself too much.” I exhaled a small breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. For a moment, tension left my body. At first, I thought I’d been kidnapped, waking up in an unfamiliar place, su

ANNA'S POVThe doors of the vehicle made a small thud as we entered the back of the car. The faint sound echoed in my ears longer than it should have, blending with the ringing silence that hung between us. My chest felt tight as I sank into the seat, my fingers trembling slightly as I tried to steady them on my lap. I took in a small, shaky breath, but even the air felt heavy, pressing against my lungs as I tried to recover from the horrible news I’d just heard. A storm of thoughts crashed through my head all at once, loud and relentless. My dad, the man who raised me, who tucked me in when I had nightmares, who made me feel like I belonged in a house where I always felt like an outsider wasn’t actually my dad. The words circled in my mind again and again, cruel and sharp, each repetition cutting deeper. I squeezed my arms around myself as though holding tight would stop the pain from spreading. But it didn’t. The realization stung all over again, and before I could stop it, tear