The Original Result

Jace’s POV The second Zena whispered in my ear, my mind just—blinked out. Empty. Gone.“I’m ready now, Jace.”I turned to her, slow, still catching up. “Ready for what?”She slid her fingers slowly across my chest, then stepped around until she was right in front of me.“Ready to stop pretending.”The way she looked at me made the room feel like it had shrunk. Everything warmed up. Or maybe it got more dangerous. It's hard to tell.For weeks, everything between us built up, quiet but insistent. All those long talks. The late-night calls that always went on too long. She listened, really listened, especially when nobody else bothered. She always seemed to know just what to say—or when not to say anything at all.And after everything that happened with Charlotte… Mallory vanishing like she never existed… my dad turning into someone I barely recognized… Honestly, I was just wiped out. Bone-deep tired.Zena stepped closer and set her hand against my jaw. “You’re overthinking again.”I ga

Shattered Truths

Jace’s POV“Why?”I practically roared across the apartment.Zena flinched back against the wall, but I didn’t care. My head felt like it might explode. I still had the original DNA results balled up in my hands.“The child is mine.” My voice was cold. I stared straight at her. “Why would you do this?”She opened her mouth, measuring her words. “Jace—”“No.” I jabbed a finger at her. “No more lies.”She sucked in a shaky breath. “I can explain.”“Then explain!”The words just flew out of me, way louder than I meant. She flinched, stepping back.Everything ran through my head again. Charlotte, sobbing in that hospital room. My father shoving her out the door. Me just standing there—useless—as she pleaded with me.And all along, Zena knew.“You stood there and let them tear her apart,” I said. My voice sounded rough now. Hollow.“You let everyone call her a liar.”“It wasn’t supposed to go this far,” she cut in fast, almost desperate.I let out a sharp, humorless laugh.“Not supposed t

Gone

Jace's POV Atlanta felt way too small all of a sudden. Every street brought back Charlotte. Every pause, every quiet moment, reminded me she was gone. After leaving Zena's apartment, I barely slept. My mind just kept playing everything she confessed. The lies, the manipulations, those fake DNA results. Charlotte crying while everyone turned on her. Even me. Especially me. As soon as morning hit, I was already driving across the city. When I stopped outside Monarch Lounge, I just stared at it for a minute. It looked exactly like it did the first night I met Charlotte. Fancy lights, loud music sneaking out the doors, rich people pretending to have a good time. Crazy how one night can tear your whole life apart. I walked in. The manager spotted me instantly. "Mr. Norman," he said, already looking uneasy. I ignored it. "I'm looking for Charlotte Hayes." He blinked. "Charlotte?" "Yeah." He frowned. "I haven't seen her in months." "When's the last time?" He shrugged. "Right be

All Chapters of Pregnant by the Playboy Heir : Chapter 71 - Chapter 73

The Original Result

Shattered Truths

Gone