All Chapters of Pregnant by the Playboy Heir : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rain tapped the windows of the Atlanta Police Department.Detective Raymond Cole stood near the evidence board staring at the crime scene photos again.Daniel Park’s body, the cliff, the river, the bruises. All on the investigation sketch board.Nothing about the case felt clean anymore.Behind him, officers moved around carrying files and coffee while phones rang nonstop across the floor.But Cole barely noticed any of it.His mind remained stuck on one thing.The Ferrari.Mallory Allison’s reaction didn't look fake.Confused? Yes.Emotional? Definitely.But not fake. He thought to himself.Detective Cole rubbed his jaw slowly before finally speaking.“Run it again.”The tech officer looked up from the computer. “Run what again?”“The Ferrari.”“We already checked traffic cameras.”“I know.”The officer frowned slightly. “Then what exactly are we looking for?”Cole walked toward the desk.“I want every Ferrari registered in Atlanta pulled up.”The tech officer blinked once. “Every Fe

The question hit harder than Jace expected.“Do you by any chance know a woman named Zena Hayes?”For the first time since entering the station—Jace’s expression slipped.Only for a second.But Detective Cole saw it.A tiny pause.A flicker in his eyes.Jace recovered quickly, though.His face relaxed again as he let out a soft laugh.“Zena Hayes?” he repeated casually.Cole watched him carefully. “Yes.”Jace shook his head once. “Never heard the name before.”Cole stayed silent.Jace forced another faint smile. “Should I know her?”“Maybe.”Jace folded his arms slowly. “No. I don’t know anybody called Zena Hayes.”His voice sounded calm.But Detective Cole noticed something else now.Jace’s fingers.They had tightened slightly against his sleeve.The tiny details were what mattered.But fear always escaped somewhere through the body.Cole kept his tone neutral. “That’s interesting.”“What is?”“Mallory Allison seemed pretty convinced she exists.”Jace scoffed lightly. “Mallory also

JACE’S POVThe cameras started flashing before the handcuffs even locked properly.White lights exploded across Jace Norman’s face and the second officers escorted him outside the mansion.Reporters screamed over one another behind the barricades.“JACE! DID YOU KILL DANIEL PARK?”“MR. NORMAN, ARE THE RUMORS TRUE?”“IS THE NORMAN FAMILY COVERING UP A MURDER?”“LOOK THIS WAY!”The sound became unbearable.Camera shutters.Police radios.Journalists shouting.Neighbors recording from their phones.Atlanta was feeding on the story already.Jace kept his expression cold while officers pushed him toward the police vehicle.But inside—His chest was tightening badly.Because this wasn’t supposed to happen.Not to him.Not publicly.A reporter shoved forward aggressively.“Jace! Did your wife witness the murder?”Detective Cole immediately stepped between them.“Back up.”Another reporter shouted— “Did Daniel Park know family secrets?”“Move back NOW,” Cole barked harder.The officers forced

The conference room had changed completely in less than twenty minutes.When Charlotte first entered, the atmosphere felt cold.Professional.Distant.Now?People were actually listening to her.The Singapore executives no longer looked at her like a billionaire’s emotional wife trying to save a collapsing company.Now they looked curious.They looked interested.Even slightly impressed.Charlotte stood beside the massive digital screen while one of the assistants projected shipping reports behind her.“We’re approaching the Southeast expansion incorrectly,” Charlotte explained calmly.One executive adjusted his glasses slightly. “How so, Mrs. Norman?”Charlotte picked up the remote carefully.“Everybody keeps focusing on freight speed.”She changed the slide.“But your real concern is delay liability.”The room became quieter.Charlotte continued naturally now, her confidence growing sentence by sentence.“If the weather shuts down ports in Jakarta or Manila for forty-eight hours…”S

Charlotte could barely breathe properly.Her assistant was still standing across the office holding the file carefully, unaware that the entire room had just tilted beneath her feet.Zena Hayes.Her little sister.The same Zena who should’ve been thousands of miles away from Atlanta.Charlotte grabbed her phone immediately.Her hands were shaking now.“Ma’am?” the assistant asked carefully.Charlotte ignored her completely and dialed the number from memory.One ring.Two.And on the third ring Zena finally answered.“Charlotte?”Zena’s cheerful voice burst through the phone.Alive.Normal.Completely unaware of the chaos surrounding her name.Charlotte immediately shut her eyes in relief.“Oh my God…”Zena laughed softly. “That bad?”Charlotte sat down slowly behind her desk again. “Where are you?”A small pause followed.“…Zurich?”Charlotte’s heartbeat slowed slightly.“Switzerland?”“Yes?” Zena replied carefully now.“What’s going on?”Charlotte pressed a hand against her forehead.