All Chapters of THE PRICE OF BEING HIS : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter One Hundred and TwoAndrea's POVIt's funny how Tristan doesn't even avoid me.I almost wish he did.At least then I could be angry at him.Instead, he still talks to me. We still have breakfast together every morning. When he comes home from work, we still have dinner together like nothing has changed.Except everything has.He's there, but he's not really there.He asks if I slept well. He tells me when he's leaving for work. Sometimes he'll ask how my day went, and I'll give him an answer. We still sit across from each other at the same table, eat the same food and share the same quiet room.But he doesn't touch me.Not even accidentally.If I reach for something near him, he'll move his hand away before our fingers can brush. If I sit too close, he'll find an excuse to shift in his seat. He doesn't kiss me. He doesn't pull me into his arms. He doesn't even place a hand on my back when we're walking together.It's like my skin has become something he has to avoid.And God,

Chapter One Hundred and FourAndrea's POVI stare down at the papers in front of me.The words at the top are impossible to miss.CONTRACT TERMINATION.My chest rises with a slow breath as I read it again, almost hoping the words will somehow change if I look at them long enough.They don't.I lift my eyes to Tristan, sitting across from me at the dining table.His face is as cold as ever, like this is just another business transaction.I let out a quiet breath and force a small smile. “So it’s not a prank after all?”One corner of his mouth lifts. “I’m not a licensed clown.”I raise a brow. For a second, the familiar situation takes me somewhere else.Back to the first time he tried to terminate this contract.The morning he found out I was a virgin.He had looked at me like I had suddenly become a problem he didn't want to deal with. He told me virgins got attached, and that was exactly why he didn't want to continue.I had begged him shamelessly that morning. I had swallowed my pr

Chapter One Hundred and SixAndrea's POVMy mother's hand stiffens around me.For a few seconds, she doesn't move.She just stares at me, her expression completely blank, as if her mind is refusing to understand what I just said.Then her brows pull together. “What are you saying, Andrea?”I wipe my cheeks, but more tears replace the ones I manage to clear.My mother looks genuinely confused.“Is this one of those pranks you young people do now?” she asks carefully. “The ones you record and post on social media?”Despite everything, a tiny, broken laugh escapes me. “No, Mom.”Her face changes. She studies me again, searching my expression for some sign that I'm joking.There isn't one.Her lips part. “H-how?”I look down at my hands.“What about that brand ambassador job you told us about?” she asks. “The one you said you got for a year?”“It was a lie.”My voice comes out barely above a whisper.“There was no brand ambassador job.”My mother’s eyes widen. She slowly shakes her head,

Chapter One Hundred and EightAndrea’s POVMy hands are shaking so badly that I almost drop the pregnancy test.I stare down at the white plastic stick in my hand, then at the small sample cup sitting on the bathroom counter. This can’t be happening.I take a slow breath, trying to steady myself, but it doesn’t help much. My fingers are still trembling as I carefully dip the test stick into the sample, following the instructions on the box even though I’ve done this before.This isn’t my first pregnancy test. Unfortunately, I know exactly how this works.The last time I took one was because Tristan made me. I’d been off the pills for a while without telling him, and when he found out, he’d completely lost it. He’d insisted I take a pregnancy test immediately, even though I’d been so sure there was nothing to worry about.Now, I wish I had that confidence.After Stephanie asked when I’d last had my period, I checked my app. Then I checked the dates again. And again. I calculated the da

Chapter One Hundred and TenAndrea's POVI'm sitting in the parking lot of Tristan's company building, staring at the entrance like it might suddenly grow teeth and bite me.I've been sitting here for almost ten minutes.Ten whole minutes of doing absolutely nothing except gripping the steering wheel and telling myself to get out of the damn car.I don't know why this is so difficult.I'm here for one reason.I'm going to tell Tristan about the baby.After spending half the night thinking about it, crying about it, and letting Stephanie convince me that hiding it would only make things worse, I finally made up my mind.I don't think I can get rid of this baby.Maybe that makes me stupid.Maybe it makes me reckless.But every time I thought about ending the pregnancy, something inside me twisted so badly that I couldn't bring myself to imagine actually doing it.So here I am.At Tristan's company.In my car.Still sitting here like a coward.And yes, I have a car.Pardon me for not men