All Chapters of Pregnant After The Contract Ended : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The bus ride back to the mountains was very long. The city lights faded away, and the dark, quiet trees took their place. Inside the house, Naomi didn't even take off her midnight blue dress. She sat on the edge of her bed and started to cry. It wasn't a loud cry. it was the kind of crying that comes from deep inside, where all the old pain is hidden."He saw me, Martha," Naomi sobbed, her shoulders shaking. "He looked at me, and for a second, I felt like the same girl who used to wait for him by the window. I felt weak."Martha sat beside her and pulled her into a firm hug. She didn't say "don't cry." She just let Naomi lean on her. "You aren't weak, Naomi. You saw the man who broke your heart, and you still stood on that stage. You still spoke your truth. That is called being a lion.""But I still love him," Naomi whispered into Martha’s shoulder. "Why does my heart still beat for a man who chose a house of glass over his own son? Why can't I just be free?""Because love is not a li

Naomi stood on the porch, the small piece of paper shaking in her hand. The cold mountain wind blew against her face, but she didn’t feel the chill. All she felt was a giant, heavy fear. The red ink looked like blood in the moonlight."The cage is still open," she whispered.She looked into the dark trees. Every shadow looked like a person. Every rustle of the leaves sounded like a footstep. She quickly stepped back inside and locked the heavy wooden door. She pushed the iron bolt into place with a loud clack."Naomi? What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," Martha said, coming out of the kitchen with a lamp.Naomi handed her the paper. Martha put on her glasses and read the words. Her face turned hard, like the rocks on the mountain."They found us," Naomi sobbed, sinking into a chair. "I thought if I worked hard, if I went to school, if I stayed quiet, they would forget. But the city... the city never forgets."Martha walked over and put a firm hand on Naomi’s shoulder. "List

The sun was barely up when Naomi stood in the kitchen, packing a small plastic lunchbox. She put in a sliced apple, a piece of soft bread, and a small bottle of juice. Her hands were still shaking from the red-inked letter she had found on the porch, but her face was set like flint."I am not staying home, Martha," Naomi said, her voice low but firm. "If I stay home, the 'House of Glass' wins. If I hide, I am telling them that I am still their prisoner. I am going to my classes, and Leo is going to school too."Martha was sitting at the table, watching Leo as he tried to put his own shoes on. He was humming a little song, his dark curls bouncing. He was only two year old, but he was fast and smart."There is a small school at the bottom of the hill," Naomi continued. "It’s just a cheap, simple place with a green wooden gate. The lady there, Mrs. Higgins, is kind. She doesn't ask for papers or fancy names. She just wants the children to be happy. Leo can go there for a few hours while

Naomi did not sleep well. Every time a tree branch hit the window, she jumped. Every time the wind whistled, she thought it was a person screaming. But when the sun came up, she looked at Leo. He was sleeping peacefully. He looked so small and innocent. She knew she had to stay strong for him."We are going to school, Leo," she said as she dressed him in his warm yellow sweater. "And I am going to find out who was watching you."Martha looked at her with worry. "Be careful, Naomi. If that man is from the city, he might be dangerous.""I have to know, Martha," Naomi said. "I can't live like this. I can't keep jumping at shadows."She walked down the hill, holding Leo’s hand. She didn't take the bus. She walked straight to the small school with the green gate. Her heart was beating fast. She felt like she was walking into a trap, but she didn't stop.When she reached the gate, she saw the black car again. It was parked under a big oak tree. A man was leaning against it. He was tall, and

The afternoon sun was hitting the big windows of the Ashford Mansion. Inside, the house was very quiet. Lucas was in the library, and Evelyn was sitting in the sunroom, drinking tea. She was thinking about how to keep the family name clean. She still felt a lot of stress from the night at the art gallery.Suddenly, the front doors swung open with a loud bang.The maids jumped in surprise. Standing in the doorway was a tall man with a very expensive coat and a face that looked like stone. It was Mr. Victor, Valentina’s father. He had not called. He had not sent a message. He just walked in like he owned the building."Where is my daughter?" Victor shouted. His voice was deep and very scary.Valentina was in the living room, sitting in her wheelchair. When she heard her father’s voice, her face lit up with a giant smile. She hadn't seen him in a long time. She used her hands to move her wheelchair quickly toward the hall."Father!" Valentina cried out.She reached him and grabbed his wa