All Chapters of Losing My Voice, I Got Pregnant by the Wrong Man: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

{Alora’s POV}I knocked on his door and for a moment, nothing happened.The hallway outside Morningstar’s room was quiet, the kind of quiet that only existed in houses too large for ordinary life. While I waited, the ocean wind slipped through the tall windows at the end of the corridor, carrying the distant sound of waves striking the rocks below.Just then, the door opened and Morningstar appeared. That was how it felt.He was already dressed, his shirt crisp and perfectly fitted, the sleeves rolled just enough to reveal the sharp lines of his forearms. His hair was combed back, still slightly damp from a recent shower, and the faint scent of something expensive drifted into the hall. He was about heading out into the evening so this could work. His eyes moved over me once, calm and unreadable, and then he spoke. “What is it?”There was no greeting or curiosity in his tone. That was just the question.I raised my phone and typed and he was already looking mildly exhausted.“I want

{Alora’s POV}Celeste was waiting for me.She sat in the center space as though she had been placed there deliberately, her posture straight, one leg crossed over the other, her gaze fixed on the entrance long before I stepped through it. The moment the door closed behind me, her eyes lifted and locked onto mine.The silence between us stretched.I could feel the tension immediately, thick and deliberate, like a thread pulled too tight.Celeste rose slowly from the chair.“What,” she said, her voice sharp and cold, “are you doing in this house?” She asked. I didn’t answer and her eyes narrowed at the silence.For a moment she studied me from head to toe— the dust on my shoes, the exhaustion still lingering in my posture, the quiet defiance on my face, and then something in her expression hardened.“So it’s true,” she said. “You really are that desperate and stupid.”Still, I said nothing.With that, she took a few slow steps toward me, the sound of her heels echoing softly against the

{Alora’s POV}Every head in the room turned toward me.The silence was immediate and heavy, the kind that presses against your chest and makes the air feel thinner. Morningstar’s gaze was already on me, and the anger in it was unmistakable. It burned across the room like heat from a furnace.I knew one thing immediately.If I hesitated, this would become worse.So I started typing.My fingers moved quickly over the screen before I lifted the phone for them to see.“You shouldn’t go ahead with the Larkspur shipping contract.”For a moment no one spoke.Then the confusion began.The three executives leaned slightly forward, squinting as they tried to read the words from where they sat. Celeste’s expression darkened instantly, but the men were still trying to understand what I had written.That wasn’t going to work.I stood up and the movement alone made the tension spike— and when I reached across the table and picked up one of the executives’ tablets, the room went completely still.Mo

{Alora’s POV}Today, I decided to make myself something and not join the general breakfast so I made my way to the kitchen. The kitchen was quiet when I got there, the steady quiet that settled over the house before the day properly began. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, warming the marble counters and glinting faintly off the stainless steel appliances.I decided to make something simple— toast, and after some minutes, I stood near the island, leaning slightly over the counter while the toaster clicked softly beside me.The smell of toasted bread filled the room.It wasn’t anything elaborate. Just bread, a little butter, and tea. And after everything that had happened over the past few weeks— running, starving, surviving, it felt strangely comforting to make something simple for myself.The toaster popped and I reached forward to take the slices out just as a knock sounded against the kitchen doorway.I turned automatically.Morningstar surprisingly stood there so I sta

{Alora’s POV}Celeste’s hand slipped around my arm before I could react.“Welcome on board,” she said, her voice warm, her smile effortless.Anyone watching would believe her.Her grip was light and almost familiar, as if this had always been the way between us. She guided me forward, walking beside me as we entered the glass doors of Meridian Tower.The lobby opened around us in polished marble and controlled movement. Security shifted subtly at the sight of Morningstar behind us, clearing a path without needing instruction.Celeste didn’t slow down.If anything, she moved faster.Her arm tightened slightly around mine as she pulled me ahead of the others, just enough to separate me from the entourage without making it obvious.Her smile faded then.“Once again, you’ve crossed a line,” she said quietly as we kept walking.Her voice remained calm, measured, controlled.“This is my world!” she continued. “And everything here answers to me before it ever reaches him.”Her fingers presse