บททั้งหมดของ THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Gesare."I am really tired, I should get some rest it has been a really long day." I finally say getting up from the dining table, and that's when Kumba finally looks up at me. "Okay you get some rest." Diane says and I walk away, the hallway feels longer on the way back, or maybe it’s just me.Every step echoes softly against the polished floors, the sound too loud in the quiet of the house. Dinner still lingers in my mind, the polite conversation, the careful words, the way Diane looked at me like she was trying to rewrite her opinion in real time.I reach my door and pause for a second, my hand resting on the handle. For a brief moment, I consider going back downstairs. Sitting in the living room and doing something normal, but nothing about this feels normal and I know Kumba is still around so he needs spaces with his mom. So instead, I push the door open and step inside, closing it gently behind me.The room greets me with the same stillness I left it in still perfect and untouc

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 and 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 secon

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,

Kumba. I don't remember the last time I felt this self aware, aware of time, aware of anticipation, aware of something shifting in a way I can’t quite explain.It’s just before six when I pull up outside my mother's place, the engine still running as I sit there for a second longer than necessary, my fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel. I don’t usually hesitate. I don’t sit in cars wondering if I should go in or just call.But tonight feels different.I exhale once, steadying myself, then step out of the car.By the time I reach the door, it’s already opening and then I forget whatever I was about to say.Gesare stands there, framed by the soft light from inside, and for a moment, everything else fades into the background.She is all dressed up, not overly dramatic, not trying too hard, but enough that it hits me immediately. The subtle glow of her makeup, the way her hair falls just right, the outfit that fits her in a way I have never really paid attention to before

Gesare.His lips are still on mine when the world tilts and that’s the only way I can explain it.One moment we are lying side by side under the open sky, the faint flicker of candlelight dancing around us, and the next, everything narrows down to him, to the way his mouth moves against mine, to the way my body reacts without asking permission.The kiss deepens again, more urgent this time, like something unspoken has finally been let loose. My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer, and he doesn’t resist, not even a little, If anything, he meets me there and matches me.His hand slides from my waist, up along my side, slow but deliberate, like he is learning me through touch. The warmth of his palm against my skin sends a shiver straight through me, my breath catching against his lips.“Kumba” I barely get his name out before he kisses me again, softer this time, but somehow more intense like he is trying to slow this down, like he is fight