Semua Bab No Place for You: Bab 1 - Bab 8

Stellan followed close behind me, his voice sharp with accusation. "I already checked. No other man came to this place in the past four years, so how could you actually have a kid? I know you're angry. I'll take you home now. Even if your family's poor and only survives by raising chickens, I've already convinced my parents. They won't look down on you anymore."I turned and frowned at him. "I already told you. My family doesn't just raise chickens. We've got several mountains full of them."Stellan scoffed. "Chickens are still chickens. Don't ever bring that up in front of my parents. It's small-time and embarrassing."I gave up arguing with him. There was no point trying to reason with a city snob like him. He had no idea what free-range, all-natural chicken raised across entire mountains was actually worth. We'd made our fortune off it years ago.I picked up my pace. If I were any later, I'd miss picking my son up from school.Stellan kept following. "I can take you to my f

Because I didn't want to expose our identities, the father's name was never filled on Ollie's kindergarten records. So the teachers had never known who his father was.The moment Stellan heard that the father's column was empty, his certainty only deepened. "Ivy, you've had it hard all these years raising a child alone. You've been stubborn long enough. Come home with me."Ollie didn't understand what we were arguing about. He only leaned close to my ear and whispered softly, "Mommy, are we not eating fries anymore?"As if he'd heard something unforgivable, Stellan exploded. "Ivy Stein, how could you let my son eat that kind of junk? You used to love those cheap street foods, and now you're dragging my son along to eat filthy food like that too?! What if something happens to him? Can you take responsibility for that? He's my family's sole heir!"I couldn't believe him. Since when did having the nanny make fresh fries at home for my baby count as unhygienic now?!I ignored Stellan

Beckett had just finished signing the contract. Dressed in a finely tailored suit, he should have looked cool and untouchable, all calm elegance and restraint—but instead, he rushed straight to my side, panic written all over his face. He reached out and gently stroked my head, only to feel something wet. When he lifted his hand and looked down, his palm was smeared with blood."Who did this?" he growled as he turned toward the crowd, his gaze locking instantly onto Stellan and Amelia. He grabbed Stellan by the collar and yanked him forward. "Some nerve you have to still hurt Ivy! Are you asking to meet your maker?!"Stellan was slammed back against the wall as Beckett's fist came down hard on his face. He was about to strike back, but when he finally made out Beckett's face, he froze, his raised fist dropping limply to his side. "Mr. Calloway… what are you doing here?"Amelia panicked, completely losing her head. She grabbed her handbag and hurled it at Beckett. "Let go of him! W

I was just a small fry, a nobody, and I didn't want blood on my hands. A family like the Graveses would collapse sooner or later on its own. There was no need for me to dirty myself over it.But our restraint was misread. Stellan took it as proof that I still had feelings for him and that Beckett didn't dare move against him."Ivy, Amelia has nowhere to go. She can't divorce me," Stellan shouted from outside the villa gates, blocked by the bodyguards. "But she said she's willing to accept you being with me."It was as if he'd finally worked up the courage to say it. Gritting his teeth, he yelled, "Even if the child is Beckett's, Amelia and I can accept it. I can be the kid's father. I know Beckett must've used money to force you to stay with him. You still love me. Come back to me—I'll protect you."…Inside the house, Beckett—whom I had been holding back—clenched his fists and suddenly stood up, unable to endure it any longer. "That bastard really wants to meet his maker."