Todos os capítulos de THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR : Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

DianeFear has a sound, It isn't loud, It isn't a scream either.It's the deafening silence that settles over a room when you realize the lie you've spent years protecting has finally caught up with you.I stood frozen in the middle of the lake house, staring at my son.The little boy I had spent my entire life trying to protect.The little boy who had grown into a man without ever knowing the truth about the worst day of his life.He wasn't a little boy anymore and I couldn't protect him from this, not anymore."Kumba" My voice barely held together "Can we talk outside?"He didn't even hesitate "No."The single word landed between us like a locked door and I forced a shaky smile."It will only take a minute.""No."His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable firmness behind it."Whatever you have to say." He reached for Gesare's hand, intertwining their fingers "you can say it here."My gaze shifted to Gesare and she looked confused and worried but more than anything, she looke

GesareThe first thing I heard was the ocean, the gentle waves rolled against the shore, their rhythmic melody drifting through the open balcony doors. A warm breeze slipped into the room, carrying the scent of salt and tropical flowers with it.For a long moment, I simply lay there with my eyes closed, smiling, then I felt it.A pair of strong arms wrapped securely around my waist, of course it was Kumba, I smiled even wider.Carefully, so I wouldn't wake him, I turned in his embrace.The morning sunlight spilled across his face, softening every sharp line I had once found intimidating, he looked peaceful which was a rare thing to see. I had grown used to seeing him restless in his sleep, some nights he would toss from one side of the bed to the other and other nights he would wake up breathing heavily before convincing me he was "fine."Sometimes he would mumble words I could never quite make out.There had even been nights when I had reached for him, only to find his side of the b

KumbaThe lake was quiet, Its still surface reflected the gray morning sky, peaceful enough to fool anyone into believing nothing terrible had ever happened here.I hated it, the silence and how still the water was. I hated that every time I looked at it, my chest tightened with a fear I couldn't explain.I sat on the weathered wooden steps of the lake house with my elbows resting on my knees, my hands hanging loosely between them, I hadn't sleptEvery time I closed my eyes, I was dragged back into the same nightmare.Except it wasn't a nightmare anymore, It felt more like a memory.For years, it had always been the same Pieces of blurred faces and this strong smell of gasoline and how could I forget my hands and clothes covered in blood. Then I would wake before I could understand any of it but last night was different, I saw myself, when I was sixteen years old and terrified shaking so violently I could barely I remembered collapsing onto this exact floor."I left her there."The

GesareI stared around the hospital room one last time, just a few days ago, I had been wheeled in here screaming in agony, convinced I was going to lose my baby.But now I was leaving with her safely tucked in my arms.Life had a strange way of changing in the blink of an eye.A nurse walked in carrying a folder."Good morning." She smiled warmly "Ready to go home?"I looked down at Lola, who was sleeping peacefully against my chest."I think so.""You guys will do just fine."She handed me the discharge papers."We have gone over your medications, wound care, and follow up appointments. If you experience excessive bleeding, fever, severe pain, or anything that concerns you, come back immediately."I nodded, "I will."A few minutes later, Dr. Valentina stepped inside for one last check."How are my girls doing today?""Tired," I admitted, "But excited."She examined my incision, checked my vitals, then smiled."Everything looks good."She looked at Kumba."You remember the instructio

GesareThree Weeks Later."Absolutely not." I looked up from where I was folding yet another tiny pink onesie."What?"Kumba stood in the doorway of the nursery, looking unfairly handsome in a navy suit, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other loosened his tie."You have been hiding in this room all day."I frowned, "I have been taking care of our daughter.""So have the nanny and my mother."He walked over and gently plucked the onesie from my hands before setting it back in the laundry basket."You are off duty tonight."I blinked a bit caught off guard, "I am?" "Yes you are" He emphasized each word like he was talking to a stubborn child.I folded my arms across my chest."Mothers don't get days off.""They do when their husbands insist."I narrowed my eyes, "And if I refuse?"His lips curved into a smug smile."You won't.""Oh and you seem sure huh?""ofcourse not, I could never be that sure, I am only hoping"He leaned closer, his warm breath tickling my ear."I have al