บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

"Better options than you."The words hung in the air, toxic and heavy, like the scent of Eleanor Stone’s perfume.Aria sat frozen on the sofa. Her pulse was a frantic drumbeat in her ears—thump-thump-thump—drowning out the hum of the city outside. She pressed her hand deeper into the cashmere throw, guarding her stomach, guarding the secret life that her parents would undoubtedly call a "mistake" if they knew about it."You have no right to come here," Aria said. Her voice was thin, but it didn't break. "You have no right to judge my parenting. You haven't spoken to me in two years.""We're speaking now," Eleanor said. She walked around the living room, trailing her fingers over the back of a velvet armchair. She checked for dust. Finding none, she looked disappointed. "And honestly, Aria, look at you. Lying on a sofa in the middle of the day. A house full of servants, yet you can't even stand to greet your own mother.""I am medically compromised," Aria snapped."You were always deli

The front door clicked shut, sealing out the greedy shuffle of Franklin and Eleanor Stone.The check was gone. Six million dollars of Noah’s personal liquidity, signed away to buy a silence that should have been free.Noah stood in the center of the living room. He didn't move. He looked like a man who had just been mugged by his own history."Six million," Vivian murmured. She was still leaning against the archway, swirling the dregs of her tea. "A bargain, really. Considering what they could have done to your reputation.""They're gone," Noah said, his voice flat. "It's done.""Is it?" Vivian pushed off the wall and walked toward him. "You plugged one leak, Noah. But you didn't check the pipes.""What do you want, Mother?" Noah asked. He turned to face her. He looked exhausted, stripped of the anger that usually fueled him, left with only a raw, aching weariness. "You have your money. You have your room. You have your victory over my in-laws. What else is there?""There's the matter

The notification didn't come from a process server in a cheap suit. It arrived via a priority email alert on Noah's primary monitor.Ping.The sound was sharp in the muffled silence of the bedroom bunker.Noah stopped typing. He clicked the notification.Aria watched his back. She saw the muscles in his neck seize up. He didn't say a word. He just leaned closer to the screen, reading rapidly."What is it?" Aria asked from the bed."Emergency motion," Noah said. His voice was devoid of inflection. "Ex parte. Meaning she filed it without us present.""For what?""Immediate temporary custody of Emma West."Aria sat up. The dizziness swirled, but adrenaline shoved it aside."On what grounds?""Medical instability and parental negligence," Noah read. "Specifically, that the mother is confined to bed with a high-risk condition and the father is displaying 'erratic and aggressive behavior,' leaving the minor child without adequate supervision.""That's a lie," Aria said. "We have nannies. We

The commotion didn't start at the front door. It started in the hallway, right outside the bedroom sanctuary.Aria lay frozen against the pillows, her breath held tight in her chest. She heard the heavy thud of footsteps—not the polite tread of staff, but the chaotic shuffling of a struggle."Mr. West, please!" A woman’s voice. High, thin, bordering on hysteria. "You're hurting my arm!""Get in there," Noah’s voice growled. Low. Dangerous.Aria strained to hear. She stared at the closed bedroom door, visualizing the scene on the other side. Noah hadn't just let security walk Elena Caldwell to the elevator. He had intercepted them. He wasn't satisfied with firing the spy; he wanted to break her."Sit," Noah commanded.There was a sound of fabric rustling, then a soft thud—someone being shoved onto the living room sofa."I didn't do anything!" Elena sobbed. "I was just doing my job!""Your job was to watch my daughter," Noah shouted. The volume made Aria flinch even through the wall. "N

The bedroom door clicked shut, leaving the sisters alone in the blue-lit bunker.Sienna stood by the dresser. She didn't look like the glamazon who had tried to destroy Aria’s career two years ago. She wore linen trousers and a simple white blouse, her hair pulled back in a loose, practical knot. No diamonds. No five-inch heels.But she still stood like a Stone. Chin high, shoulders back, assessing the room for weakness.Her gaze swept over the blacked-out windows, the tangled cables of Noah’s server setup, and finally landed on Aria, propped up in the center of the king-sized bed."You look terrible," Sienna said.Aria let out a breath that was half-laugh, half-sigh. "Hello to you too, Sienna.""I mean it," Sienna said, walking closer. She stopped at the foot of the bed, careful not to touch it. "Pale. clammy. And this room... it smells like ozone and fear.""It's a high-risk pregnancy," Aria said. "And a high-stakes lawsuit. We're improvising.""You're hiding," Sienna corrected. She