All Chapters of Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The city grid below the penthouse was a sprawling nervous system of light, pulsing with an energy that felt indifferent to the quiet desperation inside the glass walls.Aria sat in her wheelchair by the floor-to-ceiling window. Her reflection ghosted against the night sky—pale, heavy, waiting.The briefcase Julian had left sat on the coffee table. It was a black leather slab, dense with the kind of secrets that destroyed families. Noah had been staring at it for twenty minutes, a glass of water sweating rings onto the coaster beside him."He looks like you," Aria said softly. "Around the eyes.""He looks like what I would have become if I hadn't met you," Noah replied. He didn't look up from the briefcase. "He's cold, Aria. He talks about destroying our mother the way I talk about debugging code. Efficient. Detached.""He's surviving," Aria said. "Just like us."Noah finally looked at her. The adrenaline of the confrontation with Julian had faded, leaving him grey with exhaustion. He

The rain lashed against the penthouse windows, a rhythmic, violent drumming that sounded like shrapnel hitting a hull. The city outside was a blur of grey water and smeared light, hostile and cold.Inside, the home office was a bunker.Noah stood at the whiteboard he had wheeled in from the hallway. He held a black marker. His shirt was rolled to the elbows, revealing the tension in his forearms.He wrote three words in bold, capital letters.TRUST. CUSTODY. SURVIVAL.He capped the marker with a sharp click."This is the battlefield," Noah said. He pointed to the first column. "Vivian has frozen the assets. She’s challenging the legitimacy of the West name. If we lose this, we lose NeXus, the house, and the future financial security of both children."He pointed to the second column."The Stones have filed for emergency custody. They are arguing that Aria is psychotic and I am unstable. If we lose this, we lose Emma. Today."He pointed to the third column."Aria is thirty-four weeks p

The silence in the suite at the Pierre was heavy, filled with the scent of lemon water and the weight of twenty years of estrangement.Julian stood at the head of the table, his hand resting on the RICO binder. He wasn't looking at Noah. He was looking at the reflection of the city in the darkened window, waiting for the rejection he had spent his life expecting.Noah sat frozen. His jaw was clenched so tight Aria could see the muscle feathering."You want the name," Noah repeated."I want the truth," Julian said to the glass. "I want to stop being a secret."Aria watched her husband. She saw the war inside him—the protective instinct that wanted to guard the West legacy versus the man who knew what it felt like to be abandoned by a parent.If he said no, they kept the Trust simple. They kept the narrative clean. But they lost the war against Vivian.If he said yes, they gained an army. But Noah had to admit his father was flawed."Noah," Aria whispered.He looked at her. His eyes wer

The laughter from the living room had faded into a comfortable silence. Lila and Emma were in the media room now, watching a cartoon with the volume low. Sienna sat on the rug between them, acting as the bridge between two cousins who hadn't known the other existed two hours ago.In the dining room, the mood had shifted from tentative reunion to war council.Noah poured two fingers of scotch into a crystal tumbler. He didn't drink it. He slid it across the table to Julian."You said she knows about Lila," Noah said. "How much does she know?"Julian picked up the glass. He swirled the amber liquid, staring into it as if looking for a way out."She knows everything," Julian said. "She knows Sarah's schedule. She knows Lila's preschool. She knows that Lila has a peanut allergy and that she's afraid of dogs."Aria felt a chill. "That's not public record.""It's surveillance," Julian said. "She hired a firm in Zurich that specializes in 'asset recovery.' They treat people like property to

The judge’s order sat on the nightstand, a single sheet of paper that weighed more than the building they lived in.Motion for Medical Exemption: DENIED. Reasoning: The witness’s testimony regarding the Respondent’s interactions with the Petitioner is unique and critical to the determination of custodial fitness. No alternate means of testimony is sufficient."He denied it," Noah said. He was pacing the length of the bedroom, his hands clenched into fists. "He denied the exemption. He wants you in court. In person."Aria lay against the mountain of pillows Noah had arranged. Her back ached—a constant, grinding pressure that radiated down her legs. The baby, stuck in the breech position, kicked at her ribs, a rhythmic reminder of the life she was trying to keep inside."Of course he denied it," Aria said. Her voice was calm, but her hands were twisting the hem of the sheet. "Vivian’s lawyers argued that if I'm well enough to give an interview to Vanity Fair, I'm well enough to answer q