Pregnant by Two Secrets: My Ex and His Father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The keys dropped into my palm like a warning.Cold. Heavy. Expensive.“Take care of it,” the man said.I looked up, and immediately knew I had failed my only rule to stay invisible.He stood beside a black Lamborghini, tall, silver hair and well built body. His eyes didn’t wander. They stopped. Fixed. Pierced through me.My chest tightened. My pulse betrayed me.“Yes, sir,” I murmured, already reaching for the door handle.The engine purred when I slid inside. Smooth leather. Quiet power. Money humming in every detail. I gripped the wheel as if it were a lifeline. One wrong move, one scratch, and I’d lose the only job keeping me alive in this city.When I glanced in the mirror, his gaze followed. Not the car. Me.I stepped out, trying to walk casually, my heart hammering like a drum in my ears.He studied me. And then, deliberately, he brushed his fingers against mine. My breath hitched.“What’s your name?” His voice was low, controlled. “And your age?”Poverty has a way of silencing

I was still standing in the middle of the room when the door opened.I didn’t hear footsteps. I didn’t hear a knock.I only felt the air change.Lucien walked in like he owned not just the room, but the silence inside it. His suit jacket was gone now, his sleeves rolled up slightly, exposing his wristwatch that gleamed under the soft lighting. His eyes moved slowly, taking in the space, the bed, the mirror… and then me.His gaze lingered.Too long.His lips curved, just barely, as if a private thought had crossed his mind.“So,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him, “this is where you’ll be staying.”My shoulders stiffened. “You didn’t even care to knock.”“I don’t need to,” he replied.He stepped closer.Not rushed. Not aggressive.Controlled.Every step felt measured, like he was giving me time to react… or freeze.His eyes softened in a way that made my stomach turn. It wasn’t kindness. It was recognition.A sound escaped him. Low. Almost a breath.“I can finally have you a

His hand wrapped around my wrist, firm and unyielding, but controlled, like he was afraid that if he applied even an ounce more force, he would snap something. Or someone. His silence was louder than any shout. Every step we took down the hallway felt like a countdown I couldn’t stop.“Lucien…” I tried again, my voice cracking. “Please. It wasn’t planned. I swear on everything I…”“Don’t,” he said quietly.Just one word.It cut through me.He pushed open the bedroom door and stepped aside, letting me stumble in first. The door shut behind us with a soft click that sounded final, like a verdict being passed.“Talk,” he said, removing his cufflinks slowly, deliberately. “And don’t lie to me. I want every detail. From the beginning.”My legs gave out.I sank onto the edge of the bed, fingers clutching the fabric of my dress like it was the only thing holding me together.“I met Chase before I ever met you,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “We were young. We were… serious. Three

Lucien didn’t shout.That was the worst part.The car ride back felt endless, not because of distance, but because of silence. His hands rested calmly on his thighs, fingers occasionally flexing like he was restraining something alive inside him. He didn’t look at me. Not once.The city lights blurred past the tinted windows. I counted my breaths, afraid that if I spoke, I would fracture whatever thin thread was keeping him composed.When the car finally stopped, Lucien stepped out first.“Come,” he said flatly.No anger. No raised voice. Just control.I followed him inside the mansion like a ghost trailing its own body. The doors closed behind us with a sound that echoed too loudly in my chest.From that moment on, I disappeared.Not physically, emotionally.Lucien stopped speaking to me unless it was necessary. He didn’t ask how I felt. Didn’t question my silence. Didn’t demand explanations anymore. It was as if the Ophelia who had cried, begged, and pleaded no longer existed.But h

“Mrs. Sinclair,” he said calmly.“Mr. Sinclair,” I replied, matching his tone, even as my chest tightened.Professional.Cold.Strangers.That was the rule now.He gestured toward the chair opposite him. “Your schedule for today.”I sat.Too carefully.Too aware of the distance between us and the distance that no longer existed where it mattered.He slid a tablet toward me without touching my hand. “You have a board briefing at ten,” he said. “Lunch with the logistics partners at one. And..” He paused for a fraction of a second, eyes flicking up. “Your father-in-law requested a progress report by evening.”My stomach twisted.Lucien never requested.“I’ll have it ready,” I said.Silence followed.His fingers tightened around the stylus in his hand. I noticed the faint tremor he tried to hide.I hated that I noticed.I stood. “If there’s nothing else…”“There is,” he interrupted.I froze.He inhaled slowly, then spoke again, tone neutral. “Your email access hasn’t been synced yet. IT