All Chapters of Pregnant After The Contract Ended : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

While the city was full of flashing lights and loud sirens, the mountain was perfectly still. The snow had stopped falling, but it had left behind a world that looked like it was made of sugar. Everything was white. The trees looked like giant ghosts, and the rocks were hidden under soft, cold blankets.Inside the small stone house, Naomi was not looking at the road. She was not standing by the window waiting for a black car to appear. She was not listening for the sound of an engine.In her mind, Lucas Ashford belonged to another life. He belonged to a world of glass towers, cold gold, and a woman in a white lace dress. To Naomi, Lucas was a beautiful dream that had turned into a nightmare. She didn't want him to find her. She didn't want him to "save" her.We are better alone, she thought as she watched the orange flames in the fireplace. In this house, no one tells me I am not good enough. In this house, no one looks at my son like he is a problem to be solved. Here, we are just Na

Lucas stayed in his chair. He looked at the trash can where he had thrown the small blue sock. He felt like a part of him had died when he dropped it in there. He was thirty years old, but he felt like he was a hundred.A nurse walked in to check the machines. She was a kind woman with gray hair. She looked at Lucas and felt sorry for him."You should get some tea, Mr. Ashford," she said softly. "You have been sitting there for ten hours. Your mother is stable. She won't wake up for a while."Lucas looked up. His eyes were bloodshot. "I can't leave her. If she wakes up and I’m not here, she will think I abandoned her again.""She knows you are here," the nurse said. "A mother always knows. But if you get sick, you can't help her. Go to the cafeteria. Just for fifteen minutes."Lucas nodded slowly. He stood up. His legs felt heavy, like they were made of lead. He walked out of the room and down the long, white hallway.The hospital cafeteria was empty and quiet. It was four in the morn

Lucas Ashford walked through the front doors of his mansion at ten o'clock in the morning. He had been at the hospital for three days. His skin was pale, and his eyes had dark circles under them. He looked like a man who had been fighting a war and lost.The house was very quiet. Usually, the mansion felt like a busy hive, with servants running and phones ringing. But today, the air felt heavy. It felt like the house was holding its breath."Welcome home, Mr. Ashford," Marcus said, taking Lucas’s coat.Lucas didn't look at him. "How is everyone?""Miss Charlotte is in the library. And Miss Valentina is... waiting for you in the small dining room. She has prepared a special lunch."Lucas felt a cold shiver. He didn't want a special lunch. He wanted to go to his room, lock the door, and sleep for a hundred years. But he remembered the promise he made to his mother. He had to be the "Good Son." He had to keep the family together.He walked toward the dining room. The floor was so polishe

The grand gates of the Ashford Mansion opened slowly. They made a low, grinding sound, like a tired animal. A black car drove in, moving very carefully. Inside, Evelyn Ashford was sitting in the back seat.She wasn't wearing her diamonds today. She was wrapped in a thick, gray shawl. Her face was thin, and her hands were shaking. She looked at the giant stone house and didn't feel like a Queen. She felt like a guest in a hotel."Careful, Mother," Lucas said, helping her out of the car.He didn't look at her with anger. He looked at her with a heavy kind of sadness. He had stayed at the hospital every night, but his heart was somewhere else. He felt like he was playing a part in a play that would never end."I’m fine, Lucas," Evelyn whispered. Her voice was like dry paper. "I just want to sit in my garden. I want to see the flowers.""It's winter, Mother," Lucas said softly. "The flowers are gone."Evelyn stopped. She looked at the dead, brown garden covered in frost. A small tear ran

Evelyn Ashford was not sleeping. She was lying in her giant bed, staring at the ceiling. The moon made long, thin shadows on the walls. She felt like the shadows were fingers, reaching out to pull her back into the dark sleep she had just left."Lucas?" she whispered. Her voice was so quiet it didn't even reach the door.She tried to sit up, but her arms felt like they were made of water. She felt a giant sense of fear. She had spent thirty years being the boss. she had told presidents and kings what to do. But now, she couldn't even get a glass of water for herself.The door opened slowly. It wasn't Lucas. It was Valentina.Valentina was still wearing her silk robe. She walked to the bed and looked down at Evelyn. She didn't look like a "good daughter" anymore. Her face was cold and hard in the moonlight."You’re awake," Valentina said. It wasn't a question. It was a statement."Water..." Evelyn gasped.Valentina picked up the glass of water from the side table. She held it just out