All Chapters of Pregnant by Two Secrets: My Ex and His Father: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He rested a hand on the mahogany desk, fingers brushing the carved Sinclair crest embedded into its surface. Generations of men before him had stood here, fought here, destroyed and rebuilt from this very spot.No mistakes were allowed in this room.No weakness.And no uncertainty.He exhaled slowly, jaw tightening as Ophelia’s face flashed through his mind, not soft, not warm, but pale, shaken, breathless. The way she looked at him recently. The way her body had reacted differently.Lucien didn’t believe in coincidences.He believed in patterns.He reached for a crystal tumbler, poured himself a drink he wouldn’t finish, and stared into the amber liquid as memories surfaced uninvited.His father’s voice.An empire without an heir is already dead.Lucien scoffed quietly.He had sacrificed everything for this company. His marriage. His youth. His morality. He buried his wife with cold efficiency and wore grief like armor because grief earned respect.But respect didn’t keep board membe

The house felt different when we got back.Like every corner had learned something new and was waiting to see what would be done with it.Lucien didn’t help me out of the car.He didn’t offer a hand or glance back to check if I was okay. He walked ahead. I followed.My legs still felt strange, too light, and too heavy.Inside, the staff froze.Not openly. They were too trained for that. But I felt it. The way eyes lowered faster than usual. The way footsteps softened. News traveled fast in this house, even without words.Lucien took off his coat and handed it to no one in particular.“You’ll be in the east guest room tonight,” he said, already moving away.I stopped.The words took a second to digest.“The… guest room?” I repeated.He paused at the foot of the stairs. Didn’t turn around.“Yes.”Something tight formed in my throat. “Why?”This time, he looked back.Not angry. Not gentle.“You need rest,” he said. “And space.”Space.The word felt wrong.“I don’t…” I started, then stopp

I woke up to voices.Not loud enough to understand.Just enough to know they weren’t meant for me.At first, I thought I was dreaming. The kind where sound bleeds through before your eyes open. But then I shifted, and pain tugged lightly at my arm, the IV still taped there, the reminder that I wasn’t home, wasn’t safe in ignorance anymore.I stayed still.That was something I learned quickly in this house.Stillness gave you information.The voices came again. Male. Low. Controlled.Lucien.And Doctor Cole.They were outside my door.“…not ideal,” Doctor Cole was saying. His voice was careful. Too careful. “But it’s manageable if we proceed correctly.”Proceed.Lucien didn’t answer immediately. When he did, his voice was calm in the way that meant something had already been decided.“I don’t want maybes.”I closed my eyes tighter, with my breath shallow.“There are protocols,” Cole replied. “Options. But they require discretion.”A pause.Then Lucien again. “I don’t care about discre

“Ophelia… Ophelia, can you hear me?”I managed to blink.Tessa’s face hovered into view.She was kneeling beside me, one hand hovering near my shoulder like she wasn’t sure if touching me would break something.“You fainted,” she said. Not panicking. But her eyes were different. “Don’t move yet.”I tried to sit up anyway.The room tilted hard this time. My stomach hurt.Tessa’s hand came down, firm now. “No. Please. Just…give it a second.”Please.That word landed strangely.I let my head fall back.The room smelled like too many people had been here recently. Perfume. Judgment. Silence left behind like fingerprints.“They’ve all gone,” Tessa said, like she knew what I was thinking. “Lucien too.”That shouldn’t have felt like relief.It did.I swallowed. My throat burned. “How embarrassing,” I whispered.Tessa shook her head immediately. “It wasn’t.”I let out a breath that sounded more like a laugh. “I collapsed. On the floor. In front of his family.”“They were already standing on y

I was sitting by the window in the small sitting room he had confined me to, watching the garden without really seeing it. My hand rested on my stomach without thinking. It’s more of a habit now. Then the silence broke, footsteps approaching fast.I looked up just as the door swung open.It was one of Lucien’s security men. Daniel. He never came upstairs. Ever.His face was gray.Not pale.Gray.“Mrs. Sinclair,” he said, trembling..“What is it?” I asked.He hesitated.Just long enough.Behind him, Lucien appeared in the doorway.Perfectly composed.“Speak,” Lucien ordered calmly.Daniel swallowed. “There’s been… an incident.”The word rang in my ears.Incident.“With who?” I asked almost worried.Daniel’s eyes flicked to Lucien. Then back to me.“With Mr. Chase.”The room blurred.I grabbed the arm of the chair, nails digging into the wood.“What about him?” I said. “Is he hurt?”Lucien’s jaw tightened almost annoyingly. Daniel took a breath. “There was a car accident. On the expr