All Chapters of Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

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Chapter 281: Public Opinion Shifts

The penthouse terrace was suspended in the indigo twilight of a New York summer. Fifty floors below, the city hummed—a constant, electric thrum of traffic and life—but up here, it was quiet.The only sound was the clinking of ice in a crystal glass.Aria sat at a small bistro table, the one they usually used for morning coffee. Tonight, it was set with a white tablecloth, two candles, and a bottle of wine that cost more than her first car.She watched Noah pour. His hand was steady. The tremor that had plagued him during the lawsuit, the vibration of stress that had lived in his bones for a year, was gone."To silence," Noah said, raising his glass."To boredom," Aria countered, clinking hers against his. "And to the fact that the only thing trending on Twitter today is a cat playing the piano."Noah laughed. It was a rich, deep sound."The news cycle moved on," he said. "Just like you said it would.""People get tired of outrage," Aria said. "Eventually, they just want to watch cats.

Chapter 282: Promising to Keep Choosing

The venue for the "Family Foundation Gala"—a name Sienna had insisted on, despite Aria’s preference for "We Survived the Fire"—was the grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel.It was, as Sienna put it, a victory lap.Aria stood on the balcony overlooking the room. She wore a gown of midnight blue velvet, high-necked and backless, designed to make her feel like royalty.Noah stood beside her, his hand resting on the small of her back. He wore a tuxedo that fit him like armor, but his face was open, relaxed."Look at them," Noah said, gesturing to the crowd below.The room was filled with people. Not just business associates or social climbers, but the people who had actually mattered.Julian was at a table near the front, laughing with Leo. Lila sat between them, wearing a dress that matched Julian’s pocket square.Sienna and Marcus were on the dance floor. Sienna was glowing, her hand resting on her baby bump—eight months along now, and healthy. Marcus was whispering something in her ear th

Chapter 283: Released for Good Behavior

The band hadn't started playing again. The silence in the Plaza ballroom was still thick, but it was no longer shocked—it was wary.Noah walked back to the head table. He sat down, but he didn't pick up his fork. He picked up the velvet box Vivian had left on the waiter's tray.He placed it on the tablecloth. It sat there, a small, dark object against the pristine white linen."Open it," Julian said. He was standing over Noah’s shoulder, his hand resting on the back of the chair. "We need to check for a wire.""She said no bugs," Noah said."She says a lot of things," Julian countered.Noah opened the box.Inside, the silver rattle gleamed under the chandeliers. It was simple. Elegant. A classic heirloom.He lifted it out. He checked the handle. He checked the seam."It's solid," Noah said. "No transmitter. No recording device."He put it back in the box."She's playing a different game," Aria said. She sat beside him, her hand covering his. "She's not trying to spy on us anymore. She

Chapter 284: Her Apology

The letter from Vivian West sat on the marble coffee table, its envelope torn open, its contents exposed like an open wound.Noah stood by the window, his back to the room. He hadn't moved since they returned from the ballroom. He was still wearing his tuxedo, but he had pulled the tie off and unbuttoned his collar, as if the formal wear was strangling him.Aria sat on the sofa, her heels kicked off, her feet tucked under her velvet gown. She watched him. She knew the tension in his shoulders—the way they rose toward his ears when he was fighting an internal battle."It's just words," Noah said to the glass. "Ink on paper. It doesn't undo the years of silence. It doesn't undo the custody suit.""No," Aria agreed softly. "It doesn't.""She admits it," Noah said, turning around. He walked to the table and picked up the letter. His hand trembled slightly as he held the paper. "She admits she was wrong. She says legacy is memory, and her legacy is fear."He dropped the letter back onto th

Chapter 285: Supervised Meeting

The bench near the Central Park Boathouse was painted a cheerful, peeling green, but the air around it felt colder than the November wind warranted.Aria sat in the parked SUV, fifty feet away. The windows were tinted, the engine idling to keep the heater running. She had a clear line of sight.Noah sat on one end of the bench. He wore his heavy wool coat, collar turned up against the chill. He wasn't checking his phone. He wasn't pacing. He was sitting perfectly still, staring at the grey water of the lake.At the other end of the bench sat Vivian.She looked small. The trench coat swallowed her frame, and the cane leaned against her knee like a necessary limb. She wasn't wearing the imperious hats or the diamond brooches that had defined her for decades. She wore a simple scarf, knotted tight.They weren't touching. There was a foot of empty wood between them—a chasm filled with thirty years of silence, lawsuits, and lies.Noah spoke first. Aria couldn't hear him through the glass,

Chapter 286: Time to Process

The cemetery was on the north shore of Long Island, a quiet expanse of green hills and grey stone overlooking the Sound. It was a place of old money and quiet grief, where the grass was manicured with scissors and the silence was strictly enforced.Noah stood in front of a simple granite headstone.Richard West. 1955 - 2018. Father. Builder.There was no epitaph about love. No mention of husband. Just the facts.Aria waited by the car, fifty yards away. She leaned against the hood, wrapped in her coat against the biting November wind. She watched him. He looked like a statue, rooted to the spot, his hands deep in his pockets."Talk to him," she whispered, though he couldn't hear her.Noah stared at the name carved in stone. He had come here many times before—on Father's Day, on the anniversary of the death—but it had always felt like an obligation. A ritual performed by a son who wasn't sure if he had been loved.Today, it felt different."She told me," Noah said to the stone. His voi

Chapter 287: Forgiveness for Himself

The phone number Vivian had left in her letter was a Swiss mobile. Noah dialed it from the penthouse office, the door closed against the happy noise of his children playing in the living room.Aria sat on the edge of the desk, her hand resting on his shoulder. She was his witness. His anchor.The phone rang three times."Hello?" Vivian’s voice was faint, as if she were speaking from underwater. Or maybe just from a very lonely room in Zurich."It's Noah," he said.There was a pause. A long, heavy silence that stretched across the ocean."Noah," Vivian whispered. "You called.""I did," Noah said. "I read your letter.""And?""And I believe you," Noah said. "I believe you're sorry. I believe you're dying.""I am," Vivian said. "The doctors say... well, it doesn't matter what they say. It's happening."Noah looked out the window at the city skyline. It was bright, alive, indifferent to the end of a dynasty."I forgive you," Noah said.The words felt strange in his mouth. Heavy, yet weigh

Chapter 288: Focus Entirely on the Future

The drafting table in the penthouse office was covered in blueprints. Not for a new game level, and not for a nursery renovation.These were architectural drawings. Large, sprawling floor plans for a building that didn't exist yet.Noah stood over them, a ruler in one hand, a pencil in the other. He looked like the engineer he had been before he became a CEO—focused, precise, building something from nothing."The gym needs to be bigger," Noah said, tapping a section of the grid. "And the library... it needs more windows. Light is crucial. Shadows are scary."Aria sat in the armchair by the desk, nursing Liam. She watched her husband."You're designing a fortress," she said softly."I'm designing a community center," Noah corrected. "For the Foundation."It had been six months since the meeting in the park with Vivian. Six months of silence from the past. Six months of noise from the present—baby giggles, soccer practice, family dinners.They were in the Golden Era. The accounts were f

Chapter 289: The Foundation They Established

The flashbulbs popping in the ballroom of the Pierre Hotel were relentless, a staccato rhythm of white light that turned the evening into a strobe-lit dream.Aria stood on the dais, her hand resting on the podium. She wore a gown of silver silk, simple and severe, designed to reflect the light, not absorb it. Beside her, Noah stood in his tuxedo, looking less like a tech mogul and more like a statesman."The West Family Foundation," Aria said into the microphone, "wasn't built to solve a problem. It was built to fill a void. The void where safety should be."She looked out at the crowd. Senators. UN Ambassadors. Tech giants. People who controlled the GDP of small nations."We talk about 'at-risk' youth," Aria continued. "But the risk isn't the child. The risk is the silence of the system that fails them."Applause rippled through the room. Polite. Expensive.Aria looked down at the front table.Sitting there, dressed in miniature versions of formal wear, were the children.Theo, now t

Chapter 290: Emma's Project

The success of Project Bookmark hadn't just filled the community center shelves; it had put a spotlight on the West family that no amount of PR strategy could have engineered.This wasn't the harsh, blinding glare of a scandal. It was the warm, golden glow of admiration.Aria sat in the front row of the auditorium at Emma’s private school. Noah sat beside her, holding her hand. On stage, the headmistress was presenting Emma with the Community Spirit Award.Emma stood at the podium. She was eight years old, but she stood with the posture of a CEO. She accepted the certificate, shook the headmistress's hand, and leaned into the microphone."Thank you," Emma said. "But books are heavy. If you want to help, come to the center on Saturday. We need box lifters."The audience laughed. Noah beamed."She's a natural," he whispered to Aria."She's a menace," Aria corrected fondly. "She organized the entire second grade into a logistics team during recess."After the ceremony, they were approach

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