Semua Bab Sold to Ruin, Claimed by Power: The Ruthless CEO Who Changed: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“P-pregnant?” she croaked, her voice trembling. Her chest tightened, and her heart slammed against her ribs so violently she could barely breathe“What–no–that’s not–” She looked between the doctor and Reuben,there was fear written over her face. “Doctor, are you sure?”The doctor frowned slightly “Quite sure,” he said calmly. “You’re approximately four to five weeks along. About a month.”Aurora felt lightheaded. The edges of her vision blurred. “Then… then what I’ve been feeling”“Are common early pregnancy symptoms,” he explained, “The nausea, dizziness, fatigue, feverish sensations your body is under stress. Add malnutrition and exhaustion, and it becomes dangerous.”He tapped the chart lightly. “You need rest. Proper meals. Prenatal vitamins starting immediately. No alcohol. No extreme dieting. And significantly reduced stress.”Aurora stared at him stunned. Her left hand drifted unconsciously to her abdomen,it was completel

FEW DAYS LATER“What do you mean you’re pregnant and the CEO of Blackwood Enterprises proposed to you?!”Mina shrieked so loudly that she spat water straight out of her mouth.It sprayed across the room as she sat down on the edge of Aurora’s tiny bed, with her hand still clutching the cup like it had personally betrayed her.Aurora groaned.She lay half-buried under the covers. dry, dark hair clinging to her damp forehead. She looked like someone who hadn’t slept or eaten the last few daysThis,this miserable state was what pregnancy had done to her.“Mina,” she whispered hoarsely, “please… lower your voice. My head feels like it’s splitting open.”“Lower my voice?” Mina echoed, she looked horrified. “No. Absolutely not. You don’t get to ask for peace after dropping a nuclear bomb on me.”She jabbed a finger at Aurora. “You said you had a fever. For weeks. I begged you to go to the hospital. And now you’re telling me I’m about to have a godchild, whose father is the most untouchable

She turned her head slightly. “Irene, leave us.”Madam Irene hesitated. She glanced up at Reuben,unsure of what to do.“No"Reuben’s voice echoed through the hall“First,” he said coldly, “it’s Mr. Blackwood to you. You lost the right to call me anything else the moment you decided I was expendable.”His gaze locked onto Celeste“Second Irene goes nowhere. She is not your servant. She never was. The fact that you still think you can command her tells me you haven’t accepted reality yet.”Celeste’s smile finally cracked.Reuben descended a few steps“I also see you’ve been having a hard few months,” he continued calmly. “Your influence is thinning. Your name doesn’t open doors the way it used to.”He smirked again “So speak,” he said. “You didn’t come crawling back here out of love. Tell me what you want. Desperation doesn’t suit you,but it does explain you.”“i needed to know” she said coldly, “what possessed you to destroy a perfectly arranged engagement?” Her voice sharpened. “Clara

Aurora woke with a sharp gasp, her body literally jerking upright as if she had fallen. Her heart raced. She put a shaking hand on her chest and took quick breaths, trying to calm herself down. Yet the fear from the nightmare hadn’t faded yet. Then she looked around. The room made her freeze. Tall windows were covered with thick curtains, and the walls were painted in warm cream and gold. Everything looked clean, neat, and expensive. Where am I? She glanced down and her breath stopped These weren’t her clothes. Not even close. Aurora was in a silk nightdress, smooth and cool against her skin, the kind that clearly cost more than she ever would have owned. That was when the fear truly set in. This wasn’t her room and she needed to leave,now. Aurora shoved the covers aside and swung her legs over the edge of the bed forcing herself to stand. She immediately felt dizzy. “Ah!” Her legs betrayed her,but she grabbed the wall just in time, as she fought the dizziness.

Reuben didn’t raise his voice. “Yes,” he said clearly. “The wedding photos are real.” The shouting reduced slightly. “And no,” he continued “the so-called leaked bedroom photos are not what they were presented to be.” The reporters leaned forward. “The images involving Marcus Myers were taken without consent, distributed without context, and deliberately manipulated to damage her reputation. My legal team has already begun proceedings regarding their release.” His voice remained calm but there was anger underneath it. “The harassment, the stalking, the coordinated leaks and the attempt to corner her at her home those actions are being documented. And trust me they will be handled.” A ripple moved through the crowd. “Aurora Valenmoor is my wife,” he stated firmly. “We have been married for some time. Long before the circus that followed those leaks. We kept it private because our marriage was not a public performance.” Cameras flashed harder. “She was never in a re