All Chapters of Pregnant For My Best Friend's Formidable Father : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Emily was standing in front of Skyview Hotel. She was dressed in one of her favorite dresses. A long fitted red gown with a matching high heel. Today was her birthday. A day she has been waiting for. It would be the very first time she would be celebrating her birthday, and she was very excited. Since she was born, she has only attended other people's birthday parties. Today, she would know how it feels to celebrate one. She has urged her rich fiancée, Desmond, to throw a birthday party for her. He declined at first, but suddenly, he changed his mind. With an exciting smile, she walked towards the hall. Emily would have come with her best friend, Sandra, but Sandra had an occasion she couldn't miss. So Emily promised to send videos to her after the party. As she was getting close to the entrance, she started hearing noises coming from the hall. She couldn't tell what was happening. Have they started before her? She checked her watch. It was 4:20pm. Desmond has told her to come by

Soon, Emily reached home with her small bag. When she got to the door, she took a deep breath and brightened her face to hide the pain sitting heavily in her chest before pushing the door.She knew her father well. If she complained about Desmond, he would shout at her, blame her, and tell her to go back and apologize. He treated Desmond like a gift from heaven. So she kept her face neutral, like everything was alright.Her father was watching evening news when she stepped in. He looked up from the chair and was surprised to see her. He wasn't expecting her arrival.“Emily? I thought you said you’d come back tomorrow morning. What happened?”She forced a smile and replied, “Nothing. The party went well. It was done earlier than I thought. So I just decided to come home.”“Alright then. I hope you have my own share of the cake.""Ohh! Cake!" Emily said, thinking of what to tell him. "He…he…he invited lots of friends. So the cake finished quickly. It wasn't even enough.""It's okay. I h

Soon, they got to the mansion. Sandra hopped out first, stretching her arms like she had just survived a two-day road trip when they only drove for thirty-five minutes. Sandra picked up the light bag while Emily wrestled the heavy luggage alone. Emily didn’t complain. She just rolled her eyes and followed her best friend inside.They got inside, and Sandra led the way upstairs. Emily dragged the bag up the stairs like it was a stubborn goat refusing to cooperate.When they reached the visitor’s room, which was opposite Sandra’s room, Sandra pushed the door open and stepped aside as if she were revealing a prize on a game show.Emily walked in and stopped dead. The room did not look like the visitor’s room she remembered. The old room was nice and simple. This new version looks like a presidential suite. Emily stared around with her mouth slightly open.Everything was brand new. “You did all this for me?” She asked, turning to Sandra.“Well… I told my dad to change everything for you

Emily walked closer and sat beside her. “Your dad is mature enough to know the kind of woman he wants in his life. I don’t think he will let anyone ruin his family or hurt you in any way.”Sandra shook her head. “Yes, and that was what I expected from him. He's wise and mature enough to know what is best for his family. But I don't know what is happening to him. I think my dad is under her spell."Emily burst out laughing before she could stop herself. “You mean a love spell?”“Yes, and I’m serious,” Sandra said without smiling. "I'm suspecting that woman."Emily wiped her eyes. “Sandra, come on. You don’t really believe that.”“I do,” Sandra insisted. “She makes my dad agree to things he would normally never agree to. What hurts me most is that he always defends her even when she’s clearly wrong.”Emily shook her head. “That’s not a spell. There's nothing like that." Emily countered. "Maybe you are misunderstanding some things."Sandra scoffed. “No. I know what I feel. You need to se

Her heart beat a little faster than it should have. He wasn't just looking at her; he was staring at her, and it wasn't a casual one. Apart from that, she could tell he had been staring for some time. She smiled lightly, thinking maybe he actually likes her. But immediately she remembered he was her best friend's father, the smile faded away, and she told herself she was just imagining things. Slowly and carefully, she looked up again, and this time, he was busy eating. She stared at him for some seconds and looked over at Sandra to know if she was looking at her. Her body relaxed when she saw she was busy with her own food. She stared at Vincent for some moments again and continued her food. Soon, Vincent finished his meal. He set his cutlery down and stood up. “Thank you, Emily,” he said. “I enjoyed your meal. You guys did a great job." "Thank you, sir." Emily said. "You are welcome. Keep it up. I'm sure going to enjoy this holiday." He stood up and left the room. Emily sta