All Chapters of Pregnant With The Ex-Husband's Twins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The news of the Sterling Wedding swept through New York like a hurricane. This time, everyone knew it was serious.Jackson wasn't just planning a party; he was building a kingdom for his queen."This one? Or this one?"In the VIP room of New York's most exclusive bridal salon, Celestial, Serenity was drowning in white lace and silk.Jackson sat on a velvet sofa, sipping espresso. He looked at every dress with intense focus, as if he were analyzing a billion-dollar contract."The second one," Jackson pointed. "But the neckline is too low. I don't want other men staring at your chest."Serenity rolled her eyes. "It's a wedding, Jackson. People look.""They can look at your face. The rest is mine," Jackson crossed his legs arrogantly.Just then, the curtain opened, and the legendary designer, Madam Vivian, walked in. She was a stylish woman in her sixties with silver hair and sharp eyes. She only designed for royalty."Mr. Sterling," Madam Vivian smiled. "You are very demanding. But for

"Me? A Princess?" Serenity looked at her reflection in the mirror, touching the silver locket. "Jackson, this sounds like a fairy tale. A twisted, dark fairy tale.""It's reality," Jackson stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. "I cross-referenced the fire records, the adoption dates, and the crest. Everything matches."Serenity lowered her head. "So... my parents didn't leave me because they didn't want me. They died."Tears rolled down her cheeks. For twenty-five years, she had felt abandoned. Now she knew she was loved, but that love had been taken by fire and greed."Stefan took everything from you," Jackson’s voice was low and dangerous. "Your crown. Your family. Your identity."He turned her around to face him."But he made one mistake. He let you live. And now, you have me.""I don't want a crown, Jackson," Serenity sobbed into his chest. "I just want to be Serenity. I want to be Alex and Mia's mom.""And you will be," Jackson stroked her hair. "But we have to be ready.

The VIP ward of Lenox Hill Hospital."Stop moving, Jackson! The doctor said you need stitches!" Serenity scolded him, tears streaming down her face.Jackson sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless. A doctor was stitching the deep gash on his shoulder. It looked painful, but Jackson didn't even flinch. He was only looking at Serenity."I'm fine, babe," Jackson reached out with his good hand to wipe her tears. "Don't cry. It makes me hurt more than the glass.""You... you idiot," Serenity choked on a sob. "You could have died! That chandelier was huge!""But it didn't hit you," Jackson smiled faintly. "So it was a successful night.""Done, Mr. Sterling," the doctor bandaged the wound. "Please rest for a week. No heavy lifting. And definitely no fighting.""We're leaving," Jackson stood up immediately, putting on a fresh shirt Luke brought him."Jackson! The doctor said rest!" Serenity protested."I can rest at home. This hospital is not safe," Jackson’s eyes turned cold. "Whoever tried to

When Jackson returned to the villa, the first rays of dawn were breaking over the horizon, painting the New York skyline in somber shades of grey and purple.Inside the master bedroom, Serenity hadn't slept a wink. She sat curled up in the armchair by the window, clutching her silver locket so tightly that the metal dug into her palm. Her eyes were red and swollen, fixed on the driveway gates.When she finally heard the heavy front door open downstairs, she jumped up.Moments later, Jackson walked into the bedroom. He looked like he had walked through hell. His trench coat was soaked with rain and blood. His shoulder bandage was stained fresh red, and his knuckles were bruised."Jackson!"Serenity ran to him barefoot. She stopped just inches away, her hands hovering over his chest, afraid to touch his injuries."It's done," Jackson’s voice was hoarse, stripping off his wet coat and throwing it onto the floor. He walked past her to the mini-bar and poured himself a glass of straight wh

Paris, France.It was raining lightly in the City of Lights.Jackson’s security team had rented an entire floor of a private hotel near the Eiffel Tower. While Alex and Mia were watching cartoons in the safe room with five bodyguards, Serenity and Jackson prepared to leave."Are you sure he will come?" Serenity asked, adjusting her coat. She felt nervous."He has been waiting for this call for twenty-five years," Jackson checked his gun holster hidden under his jacket. "Let's go."They drove to a small, dusty antique bookshop in the 7th Arrondissement.The shop smelled of old paper and coffee. Behind the counter sat an old man with a heavy scar running down the left side of his face. One of his legs was metal—a prosthetic.When the bell rang, the old man looked up. His eyes were sharp, like a soldier's."We are closed," he said in French, his voice rough.Jackson stepped forward and placed a heavy object on the counter.It was the silver locket with the Golden Hawk and Rose.The old m