All Chapters of THE PREGNANT VIRGIN AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

GesareI don’t know what wakes me up first at first until I hear the voices getting louder.There is a strange, uneasy pull in my chest like something isn’t right and at first I think I am dreaming. The sound is distant and muffled like it’s coming from somewhere far away. My body feels heavy, still wrapped in sleep, my mind slow to catch up.Then the voices get louder and sharper, they also seem angrier. My eyes flutter open, blinking against the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it.Then a woman’s voice cuts through the air, furious and I sit up immediately.My heart starts to beat a little too fast as I glance toward the door, listening.This kind of reminds me of being back home. I reach out for my phone on the bedside table, my fingers slightly unsteady as I check the time, it's 9:52 a.m too early for this kind of chaos.Then I hear his voice, Kumba. Who is he arguing with at this hour in

GesareFor a few seconds after he leaves, I just stand there confused. Like my body hasn’t quite caught up with what just happened.The door clicks shut behind him, soft but final, and the sound seems to echo through the room louder than it should. I keep staring at it, half expecting it to open again half expecting him to walk back in and say something that makes sense of whatever that was.But it doesn’t open and he doesn’t come back.My fingers tighten slightly around the edge of the towel wrapped around my chest, and I let out a slow breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.“What just happened?” I whisper to myself.The words sound small.I swallow hard, blinking rapidly as the silence settles around me again. Just minutes ago, I was crying behind this same door, trying to piece myself together after everything his mother said. And then he came, knocking, calling my name like he cared, like it mattered and for a moment it did, but then he just left, Just like that, no explanati

KumbaI check the time again, my thumb hovering over my phone screen as I lean back slightly in my chair at the dining table, I am starting to get irritated, I hate waiting and she knows it.It's seven thirty eight, dinner was supposed to be at seven and she is nowhere to be seen.I glance toward the staircase, half expecting to hear footsteps soft, hesitant, the kind that always made me aware of her presence before I even saw her, but there is nothing, it's just silence. I exhale slowly, setting my phone down on the table.“She is probably just taking her time,” I mutter under my breath, it's not unusual really. A small frown tugs at my lips as images from her this morning in a towel come back to me, but then I remember how I walked out and the irritation comes back. I shift slightly in my seat, my gaze drifting back to the staircase.The staff had finished setting everything minutes ago before quietly disappearing, leaving the space to me.I reach for the glass of water in front o

Gesare. I saw them before they spotted me.Kerubo was impossible to miss with her perfectly pressed blazer and stiff posture, sitting at the corner table like she owned the entire coffee shop. Moraa sat across from her, scrolling through her phone with that smug little expression she always wore whenever she thought she had won something or someone.The smell of roasted coffee beans suddenly turned bitter in my nose.I should have walked away.Every instinct in my body told me to turn around and leave before they saw me, but then Moraa looked up, her eyes locking onto mine instantly. A slow smile spread across her lips.That smile said everything.“Gesare,” she called loudly, waving me over like we were friends and my stomach tightened.People glanced at me briefly before returning to their drinks and conversations. I forced my feet to move toward them even though every step felt heavier than the last.Kerubo leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as I approached. Her eyes swept

Gesare"Can I start the treatment after I have the baby?" I ask her sitting back down, "I only have five more months to go." "You can but the" her phone rings the sharp sound slices through the silence, making me flinch slightly.She glances at the screen and something in her expression shifts slightly.“Excuse me, I have to take this,” she says softly.She turns the phone just enough that I see the name, of course it was Kumba calling her. “Please don’t answer that,” I say quickly, my voice lower than I expect.She pauses and looks at me confused “Gesare”“Please,” I repeat, softer now. “Don’t tell him I am here.”There is something in my voice I don’t recognize when I say it. “He has helped me enough,” I continue, my fingers tightening slightly in my lap. “And I appreciate it, I really do.” I swallow.“But he has his own life. His own personal relationships he should be focusing on.”Moraa’s face flashes in my mind, how furious she had been when she saw me in kumba's house, and t