All Chapters of Pregnant For My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Best Friend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sabrina’s POV.The city of Los Angeles looked different from up here.I stood before a wall of glass that stretched from the polished marble floor to the vaulted ceiling, staring down at the grid of lights below. From Tara’s apartment, the city was loud, gritty, and alive. From here—fifty stories up in the Lander Tower—it looked like a silent sea of diamonds. Beautiful, cold, and completely untouchable.It felt like I was standing on the edge of the world."Ms. Adams?"I flinched, turning away from the view.A sleek, older woman in a sharp grey suit was standing near the entrance of the living area, flanked by two younger maids in pristine uniforms. They stood with their hands clasped behind their backs, their expressions blending perfect politeness with invisibility."I apologize for startling you," the woman said with a warm, professional smile. "I am Mrs. Higgins, the house manager. Mr. Lander informed us of your arrival. We have prepared the master suite for you, and the guest win

Cole’s POV. I watched Sabrina walk through the glass doors of the Serenity Wellness Center, her figure disappearing into the soft, warm light of the lobby. I kept the SUV idling at the curb for a moment longer, my fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the steering wheel. I hated leaving her. Every instinct in my body screamed to go inside, to sit by the door of that classroom like a guard dog, but I knew I couldn't. She needed space. She needed to feel like she had autonomy, or she would never accept the life I was trying to build for us. I finally shifted the car into drive and pulled away from the curb, merging into the mid-morning traffic. As I checked my rearview mirror to switch lanes, I remembered a flash of movement near the entrance of the center which had caught my eye when I just arrived with Sabrina still in the car. A black town car had pulled up, a chauffeur opening the back door, and two women stepping out. I had frowned, my foot hovering over the brake.

Cole’s POV.The digital clock on the dashboard read 11:45 AM. I was fifteen minutes early to pick her up.I pressed down on the accelerator, the engine of the SUV growling as I wove through the heavy mid-day traffic. My knuckles were white against the leather wheel. The board meeting had been a disaster, a calculated ambush, but I didn't care about the stocks or the ethics committee right now.I just needed to see her.I needed to see that she was okay. The image of Alice and Zara stepping out of that town car had burned a hole in my gut for the past hour.She’s fine, I told myself for the hundredth time. It’s a secure facility. They wouldn't let Alice cause a scene.My phone rang, the sharp sound making me jump.I glanced at the screen. It wasn't Sabrina. It was a landline number.I answered it, putting it on speaker. "This is Cole Lander.""Mr. Lander?" The voice on the other end was breathless, frantic. "This is Sarah, the program director at the Wellness Center. You asked us to ca

Sabrina’s POV.The silence in the East Wing was heavy, thick with the scent of fresh lilies and old money.Cole led me down a corridor that seemed to stretch for miles, his hand still warm and firm around mine. He hadn't spoken since he slammed his cousin against the wall. His jaw was still tight, a muscle ticking rhythmically, but his touch on me was gentle.He pushed open a set of double mahogany doors."This is your suite," he said, his voice finally breaking the silence. "It connects to mine through that door on the left. You lock it from your side if you want privacy. I won't enter unless you invite me."I stepped inside. The room was breathtaking—a panoramic view of the ocean, a fireplace that looked like it belonged in a castle, and a bed draped in silks that cost more than my college tuition.But I couldn't admire it. All I could see was the rage in Maxwell’s eyes downstairs."Cole," I whispered, turning to him. "You shouldn't have done that. He’s your family.""He is a leech,

Cole’s POV.Get out. Leave the incubator alone.Her words were still ringing in my ears like a gunshot as I stood on the other side of the connecting door.I stared at the wood grain, my hand hovering over the handle, fighting every instinct I had to barge back in and shake the truth into her. But I didn't. She had put up a wall, and if I tried to smash it down with force right now, I would only bury her in the rubble.I turned and paced the length of my suite, running a hand through my hair.Patricia.My aunt had timed her strike perfectly. She had taken the one thing Sabrina was insecure about—her worth—and weaponized it. And the worst part? She hadn't lied. The will existed. The Chairmanship vote was real.But Sabrina was wrong about one thing. She wasn't an incubator. She was the only thing in this godforsaken estate that felt real.I looked at the clock. 8:00 PM. She hadn't eaten since breakfast.I needed a peace offering. And I needed a strategy. Words wouldn't be enough to fix