Pregnant For My Father-in-Law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Ciara’s povI stared at the screen and smiled at the only girl who'd truly seen me and never judged me or belittled me and sighed, "I wish it were that simple Inara but seeing Dax Blackthorne again might not be possible till the pup is born so..." I paused and wiped the tears off my face and added,"I'm sorry if I disappoint you Inara, looks like I'm still a caged princess, pregnant or not and Jasper is my legal husband, I owe him my loyalty." I added and she sighed then wiped off a tear that was coming down her face and smiled,And then gave me that look... the kind of look that meant she was about to say something brutally honest.“Did you at least get your baby daddy’s contact?”The question hit hard and I froze, phone trembling slightly in my hand.Inara’s eyes narrowed on the screen.“You don’t have it, do you?”I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.“No.”She let out another sigh, this one heavier, and sadder.“Of course you don’t. Because you’re a married woman now, right? Gott

Ciara’s POV I whipped my head toward the door, heart slamming and expecting to see Dax storming in like a vengeful god. Instead, it was my mother-in-law. She stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide, face twisted in a mix of shock and annoyance. Her elegant silk robe hung open over a nightgown, hair still perfect even at this hour, like she’d been waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt. “Jasper,” she snapped, voice sharp, and cutting through the chaos. “What the hell are you doing to her?” She rushed in and grabbed Jasper by the arm and yanked him off me with surprising strength. He stumbled, snarling and then shoving her back. “Damn it, Mom! What do you want? She’s legally my wife, so fucking her isn’t a crime! And even if it is, no one can touch me!” His voice cracked with rage, wild, and so fucking unhinged. I scurried away fast, scrambling to the other side of the bed, clutching the torn nightgown to my chest, heart pounding so hard I could taste it in my t

Ciara’s POV“What… how dare you,” she snarled, half-rising from her chair, cheeks flushing ugly red.Before she could lunge, my mother-in-law stood fast and elegant, hand clamping down on her daughter’s arm like a vice wrapped in silk.“Ciara,” she said, voice smooth but edged with warning, “don’t you think you’re getting bolder in here?”I sighed, long, and theatrical, the kind of sigh that said bitch, please.“Bold?” I repeated, tilting my head. “I don’t think so, Mother-in-law. If your darling daughter hadn’t opened her mouth to attack me, I’d have just grabbed my plate and disappeared upstairs like a good little pregnant trophy. But she couldn’t respect herself...or me...so here we are.” I shrugged one shoulder. “Sorry for disrupting breakfast.”I turned to leave, already mentally mapping the quickest route back to my room when footsteps echoed behind me.I turned in time to see Jasper.And clinging to his arm like a fucking barnacle was a woman.Tall. Blonde. Red dress so tight i

Ciara’s pov I don’t know how long I stayed on the floor. Long enough for the tears to dry into salty tracks on my cheeks, long enough for the pup’s energy to settle into something quieter, and almost mournful. Long enough for the cold marble to seep into my bones and remind me I was still alive, still breathing, and still trapped.Eventually I forced myself up, legs shaky, world tilting for a second and made my way to the bathroom. The mirror showed a woman I barely recognized.. eyes swollen and red, cheeks pale, bruises around my throat fading to ugly yellow-green shadows. I looked like a ghost wearing my own skin.I turned on the tap, cupped cold water in my hands, and splashed it over my face until my cheeks stung. The shock of it helped, it grounded me. I stared at my reflection again and really stared and forced a small, sad smile.“There you are,” I whispered to the woman in the glass. “Still breathing. Still fighting. Even if no one else sees it.”The past week had been hell

(A week later)Ciara’s POV“Dress up, Ciara!”Jasper’s snarl cut through the room as he hurled the gown at me, a black silk, low-cut, expensive, the kind of dress that screamed “look at me” while whispering “you’re nothing.”I kicked it back hard. The fabric skidded across the marble like a dead thing.“I’m not going anywhere with you again!” I snapped, voice raw from days of silence and nights of screaming inside my own head. “I’m done with that fake appearance shit. Take your childhood sweetheart and go. Leave me the fuck alone!”He let out a low, dark chuckle, the sound of a man who’d already won and was just enjoying the last act of the play.“You’ve grown guts, huh?” he said, stepping closer, eyes glittering with something cold and amused. “I let you be for a while and now you’re running your bitchy mouth. Think I can’t hurt you?”I stared at him, my chest tight, and pulse hammering.He’d changed completely. Or maybe he’d always been this, hidden behind “wifey” and soft smiles u