Backstory

Aria POVA lil backstory.Before everything collapsed… before the scandal, before the hospital, before the fear, there was something about power I had always understood.Because I was born into it.I knew how men like Alex worked.I knew what wealth did to people.I knew the imbalance that came when one person held everything and the other held nothing.I understood it because my father was the same kind of man.No.Worse.My father, Richard, was a conglomerate king.A man whose wealth shaped governments.A man who believed money was the only law that mattered.A man who never accepted loss.Alex was powerful.But my father built power out of destruction.And I had spent my whole life running from him.Before I met Alex, I had already abandoned everything.The luxury.The cars.The inheritance waiting in my name.I refused his money.Stopped using his cards.Left the city he ruled.I chose to struggle rather than belong to him.People thought I was foolish.They never knew the truth.

Fall

Aria POVWhen the news broke, my father’s stock crashed by thirty percent. Thirty. The number replayed everywhere: financial channels, social media, investors panicking, analysts shouting. It was not enough to destroy him. But it was enough to wound him. Enough to slow him. Enough to buy Alex time. Enough to make the empire tremble. For the first time in my life, my father bled. And while the world watched numbers fall, I stayed beside the man fighting for breath. The First Five Days The hospital became my world. I woke there. Ate there. Cried there. Every morning I cleaned his bedside table myself even though nurses had already done it. I wiped invisible dust. Rearranged flowers. Changed the water. Straightened the sheets that never moved. Anything to feel useful. Anything to feel close to him. I talked to him constantly. About everything. About the weather. About the scandal. About the chaos outside. About how quiet his office felt without him. I told him thi

The End

Aria POV I remember the sound before the pain. Alex calling from downstairs. “Aria, are you not coming for dinner?” His voice carried warmth, the kind that always made something inside my chest soften. I smiled, one hand resting on my stomach, the other gripping the banister as I made my way down the stairs carefully. Nine months. Heavy. Slow. Careful. I had only gone upstairs to get my shawl. That was all. My foot slipped. Just a small mistake. A single moment. Then the world tilted. The banister vanished from my fingers. My body lurched forward and suddenly I was falling: tumbling, rolling, crashing against hard steps that knocked the air from my lungs. Pain exploded through my abdomen. Something warm spread beneath me. Blood. So much blood. I could not breathe. I could not think. My trembling hands moved instinctively to my stomach. “My baby…” The whisper barely left my lips. Footsteps thundered. “Aria!” Alex’s voice broke — sharp, terrified. He reached me,

All Chapters of Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father: Chapter 151 - Chapter 153

Backstory

Fall

The End