All Chapters of THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

KumbaI never knew a room could be this quiet, not after everything we had been through.Hours ago, it had been filled with alarms, hurried footsteps, desperate voices, and prayers whispered under my breath. I had never been more terrified in my life.Now the only sound was the soft, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the tiny little sigh coming from the bundle sleeping peacefully in my arms.My daughter, I still couldn't believe it.I looked down at her again, and my chest tightened in a way I couldn't explain.She was so impossibly small.A tiny pink hat covered the wisps of dark hair on her head, and her little face was scrunched up as she slept against my chest. One of her hands had escaped the blanket, her fingers no bigger than the tip of my thumb.I carefully offered her my finger.Without opening her eyes, she wrapped her tiny fist around it and my heart stopped."Oh"A laugh escaped me before I could stop it."So you are already stronger than me huh."She squeezed me a

GesareI never knew silence could be so loud, It swallowed the room whole, pressing against my chest until every breath felt like a struggle but no one spoke, no one moved.The only sound was the faint lapping of the lake against the wooden dock outside.Everything else, everything inside me had gone still.My mother's name echoed over and over in my mind.Amara, it had been a long time since someone even mentioned her name. The woman I had loved with all the fragmented memories of a five year old little girl.The woman whose perfume I could no longer remember.The woman whose voice had faded over the years until all I could recall was the warmth of her embrace.The woman I had spent my entire life missing, the woman Kumba, the father of my son had unknowingly killed.I closed my eyes, a sharp pain tore through my chest. It felt as though I was losing her all over again.I looked at Kumba, he was kneeling on the floor a few feet away, his shoulders shaking beneath the weight of a gui

KumbaCancer had taught me something years ago that pain wasn't always loud, sometimes it was quiet and sometimes it smiled at you across a dinner table.Sometimes it asked whether you wanted sugar in your coffee.Sometimes it kissed you goodnight and waited until you were asleep before it fell apart.I just never imagined I'd one day see that pain in Gesare.The morning after my first chemotherapy session, every muscle in my body protested when I opened my eyes.My mouth tasted like metal and my head pounded so hard.For a second, I forgot where I was then I reached across the bed, it was empty and this had been happening for a while now, "Gesare?" I called after her but there was no answer, I pushed myself upright slowly trying to regain control as the room spun.I sat there until the dizziness passed before forcing myself to my feet.The house was strangely quiet.Usually by this hour, Lola was announcing her presence to the entire neighborhood.Either she was crying or making tho

GesareI couldn't stop looking at her no matter how many times I blinked, she was still there,so tiny and perfect. Lola slept peacefully against my chest, her little mouth twitching every now and then as if she were dreaming. One of her tiny hands rested against my hospital gown, her fingers curled into the fabric like she already knew I was her safe place and I smiled through fresh tears."My beautiful girl."She let out the softest sigh, and my heart melted all over again.I traced the curve of her tiny cheek with my fingertip, afraid to touch her too hard."Do you know how many people already love you?" I asked her like she could talk back. "I loved you before I even knew what you looked like.""I loved you when all I knew was your heartbeat.""And I would do it all over again."Every sleepless night, every doctor's appointment, every terrifying diagnosis.Every kick that reminded me to keep fighting. Every moment of pain.I would choose it all again it it meant I get to Just hol

GesareI couldn't breathe not because anything was physically wrong but because my life had become one impossible secret after another.Kumba's cancer was back, Diane was dying.Our family had barely survived the truth about my mother's death and now, I rested my hand against my stomach, I was pregnant, another baby, a tiny life growing inside me.I still couldn't wrap my head around it but It didn't make sense.Every doctor had told Kumba the chemotherapy he had gone through years ago had left him unable to have children.We had believed them, I had believed them and yet Dr. Valentina's blood test didn't lie, I was pregnant.The word alone made my heart race, I should have been happy, I should have been celebrating but I was terrified.How could I tell a man who had just been told his cancer was back that we were having another baby?How could I put that kind of weight on his shoulders when he was already struggling to carry his own? I slipped quietly out the back door while everyon