All Chapters of Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

The morning light was harsh, unfiltered by the sheer curtains of the penthouse. The air felt thick, charged with the nervous energy of a film set moments before the director called "action."Noah stood by the window, his back to the room. He wore a heavy wool coat, despite the mild weather, and a cap pulled low. He looked like a man trying to disappear."Ready?" Aria asked.She sat in her wheelchair, a blanket draped over her legs to hide the fact that she wasn't actually packed. The suitcases by the door were empty, props for the performance they were about to give."Ready," Noah said. He turned around. His face was grim."Remember," Julian said from the corner, where he was monitoring the security feed on his tablet. "She's listening. We have to sell the panic."Aria nodded. She took a deep breath, pitching her voice to a register of frantic desperation."I can't believe we're doing this," Aria said loudly, looking at the smoke detector where the bug was hidden. "Running away like c

The heavy steel door of the precinct buzzed—a mechanical, vibrating sound that seemed to signal the end of a very long, very dark tunnel. It unlocked with a clank of finality that echoed in the marrow of Noah’s bones.He pushed the door open. The afternoon sunlight hit him like a physical force, warm and blindingly bright after the fluorescent purgatory of the interrogation room.He squinted against the glare, shielding his eyes with a hand that, for the first time in months, wasn't trembling.The city air rushed into his lungs. It smelled of exhaust fumes, hot pavement, and the faint, sweet scent of a pretzel cart down the block. To Noah, it tasted cleaner than the filtered air of the penthouse. It tasted like oxygen.Aria was waiting by the black SUV parked at the curb. She was leaning against the door, her arms crossed, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.But the moment the door opened, she straightened. She took off the glasses. Her eyes were wide, dark, and filled with a ques

The warehouse in Tribeca was raw.That was the polite word for it. The impolite word was ruin.Exposed brick walls crumbled in the corners. The concrete floor was stained with decades of industrial use. Wires hung from the ceiling like dead vines. It smelled of dust, old timber, and possibility."It's... ambitious," Noah said.He was standing in the center of the empty space, wearing his tailored suit, looking like a man who had taken a wrong turn on the way to Wall Street. He held Liam in a carrier against his chest, the baby’s bright blue pacifier the only splash of color in the grey room."It's perfect," Aria corrected.She wheeled her chair across the concrete. The ride was bumpy, but she didn't care."Look at the light," she said, pointing to the wall of grimy windows that faced the Hudson River. "Once we clean the glass, the natural light will be incredible. Perfect for design work.""And the wiring?" Noah asked, eyeing a particularly ominous bundle of cables. "You need servers,

The flash of cameras was usually a weapon—a blinding assault designed to strip away privacy and capture flaws. But tonight, as Aria and Noah walked out of the Marriott Marquis, the flashes felt like fireworks.Click. Click. Click."Aria! Over here! The trophy!""Noah! How does it feel to be the partner of the year?"Noah laughed. He wasn't shielding his face. He wasn't pushing through the crowd with his security team forming a phalanx. He was walking beside his wife, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back—not to guide her, but to connect with her.Aria stopped on the red carpet. She held up the glass block etched with her name. She smiled, and for the first time in her life, the smile didn't feel like a performance. It felt like an exhale."They aren't looking for a scandal anymore," Noah whispered in her ear. "They're looking for a story.""We gave them a good one," Aria said.They reached the waiting limousine. The driver held the door open. The interior was cool, dark, a

The bonfire crackled, sending sparks into the velvet black sky of the private island. It was their last night. Tomorrow, the Gulfstream would take them back to New York, back to the noise, the responsibilities, and the lives they had rebuilt.Noah stood by the fire, holding the bottle in one hand and a lighter in the other."It's from her," Noah said. His voice was tight. "I know it. The stationery. The theatrics. It's a bomb, Aria. And if we open it, we let the shrapnel in."Aria sat on a driftwood log, wrapped in a blanket. Liam was asleep in her lap, a warm, heavy weight against the cool ocean breeze."But if we burn it," Aria said softly, "we'll never know. And not knowing is worse.""Is it?" Noah asked. He looked at the bottle. "She’s in prison, Aria. She can't hurt us anymore. Unless we let her.""She's not trying to hurt us," Aria said. She didn't know why she was so sure, but the instinct that had guided her through the last year hummed in her chest. "She said she had one last