Semua Bab THE PREGNANT VIRGIN AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Kumba. I get to the hospital early which is not surprising at all, I am always early. The hospital lobby is quieter than usual at this hour, the bright lights reflecting off polished floors, everything too clean, too controlled. It’s almost ironic, considering how much chaos started within these walls.I stand near the entrance for a moment, checking my watch, then my phone, then the doors again.Five minutes early which is good, It gives me time to think.I adjust my jacket slightly, rolling my shoulders back, forcing my expression into something neutral and relaxed. The doors slide open and she walks in and for a second, I almost forget why I’m here.She looks absolutely stunning.There is no other word for it.Her dress hugs her perfectly, elegant but intentional, like she knew exactly what she was doing when she chose it. Her hair falls effortlessly over her shoulders, her makeup soft but precise.She looks like she belongs in places like this.Like she owns the room the second

MoraaI don’t remember the drive to my mother’s house. One minute I was in Kumba's lap, the air too tight in my lungs, my ears ringing with his words. The next, I was slamming my car door so hard the sound echoed through the quiet neighborhood like something breaking, maybe it was me.My hands were shaking as I walked up the familiar path to my mother’s house. The same house I had run to as a child when I scraped my knees. The same house I thought I had outgrown. But right now, I felt small again lost and betrayed. I didn’t bother knocking.I pushed the door open and stepped inside.“Moraa?” my mother’s voice floated from the kitchen, warm, unsuspecting. “Is that you?”I didn’t answer, I couldn’t. If I opened my mouth too soon, I knew I would either scream or collapse.She came into the living room wiping her hands on a dish towel, a soft smile already forming on her lips until she saw my face.Everything in her expression shifted instantly.“Moraa, baby what happened?”That was it,

Gesare.The morning air is soft against my skin, still carrying that quiet freshness that only exists before the day fully wakes up. It’s just past ten, but the sun hasn’t turned harsh yet. It spills gently over the garden, warming the soil beneath my fingers as I kneel between rows of flowers that have quickly become my sanctuary.I press the earth down around a newly planted stem, careful, deliberate. There is something about this, about digging my hands into the soil, about tending to something living that quiets the noise in my head. The past few days have been a lot, too much thinking, too many unanswered questions, too many emotions I don’t quite know what to do with.But here? Here, it’s simple.I exhale slowly, brushing dirt off my hands onto the cloth resting on my thigh. My gaze drifts over the small patch I have been working on soft pinks, whites, a few bold reds pushing through. They are not perfect yet, but they are trying. And somehow, that feels like enough.I reach

Gesare.Everything feels different, not in the way I expected, tense or awkward or overly formal but in a way that’s light, warm, almost effortless. Like something that should have happened a long time ago but somehow didn’t until now.I sit across from Kumba at the dining table, the soft glow from the overhead lights casting just enough warmth over everything. The plates are full, the food smells incredible, and yet I realize very quickly that I’m not just focused on what’s in front of me. I’m focused on him.On the way he looks tonight, relaxed in a way I don’t think I have ever seen before. Less guarded, less untouchable and smiling a lot. “You are staring again,” he says, amusement threading through his voice as he leans back slightly in his chair.I blink, caught.“I could say the same about you,” I shoot back, lifting my fork to my lips.He smirks. “Maybe I just have a good view.”I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop the small smile that slips through. “You are very full of yours

Gesare. I had never been kissed like this, so deeply and passionately. The ember that had been smoldering low in my belly caught fire and burned through me, white heat streaking through my veins. Every nerve ending, every cell, was on high alert. Every feeling was magnified. Desire had become something wild and uncontrollable. Want had become need, desperate and as necessary as my next breath.Kumba moved his hand to my waist and the flimsy robe slipped from my body, leaving me totally exposed to the cool night air and to him. He drew back for a moment, taking in the sight of my body. I wanted to cover myself, but fought the urge. I had never been naked in front of a man before, and i was overwhelmed by a surge of self consciousness, but I didn’t want to look like the gauche virgin that i was. I wasn’t about to confess to that especially not now. “You are such a beautiful woman.” He stroked my aching nipple with one callus roughened thumb and i gasped at the exquisite sensation t