Todos os capítulos de THE PREGNANT VIRGIN AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Moraa.I stare at the message so long the screen starts dimming in my hand.We need to talk, Three words.Three simple words.But they hit like a death sentence.My mouth goes dry instantly.Beside me, my mother slowly lowers the phone, her expression unreadable now in a way that unsettles me even more.Neither of us speaks for a moment.The kitchen suddenly feels too small“What does that mean?” I whisper finally.My voice barely sounds like mine.My mother places the phone carefully on the counter before answering.“It means exactly what it says.”“That’s not helpful.”“It’s not supposed to be.”I stare at her in disbelief.“How are you calm right now?”“Because panic makes people sloppy,” she says sharply. “And sloppy people get caught.”The word sends another wave of nausea through me.“No,” I mutter immediately, shaking my head. “No, he can’t know. If he knew, he wouldn’t text me like this.”“Exactly.”I start pacing again, my pulse hammering violently now.But the more I think a

Gesare. I am half asleep when the door to my hospital room opens again and at first, I think I’m dreaming.The room is dark except for the soft glow from the hallway slipping inside, and my body still feels heavy from the medication. Everything aches, my back, my stomach even my breathing feels different now. But then I hear his voice.“Hey.”And my eyes open immediately, I am too familiar with this voice, Kumba.Something inside me loosens the second I see him standing there.I didn’t realize how much I wanted him to come until now.“You actually came,” I whisper, my voice rough with sleep.A faint smile touches his lips as he quietly closes the door behind him.“Ofcourse, I said I would.”There is something different about him tonight, not physically. His face looks tired, tense almost, but underneath all of that there’s this strange softness in the way he looks at me now.Like he is seeing me differently, like almost losing me changed something and the realization makes my chest

Kumba. The moment Diane says it, the room changes, not dramatically or loudly, but in a way that makes everything feel tighter.Like the air itself has become harder to breathe.“Moraa is missing.”Those words don’t leave my head, they sit there, repeating.I look at Gesare instinctively.She’s gone still in a way that tells me she’s thinking the exact same thing I am.Not panic about Moraa’s wellbeing.“What do you mean missing?” I ask again, my voice lower now.Diane exhales slowly.“Kerubo says she left the house last night after your call and never came back.”I drag a hand through my hair.Of course she did, Of course she ran.Because that’s what people like her do when corners start closing in.They don’t wait.I turn slightly away from the bed, trying to steady my thoughts.But Gesare’s voice cuts through immediately.“She is not missing.”I look back at her, “What?”“She is not missing,” she repeats, more firmly this time. “She is avoiding.”Diane studies her carefully. “You

I didn't know Gesare is awake until I hear her voice behind me.“Who’s watching us?”The fear in her tone hits me instantly.I turn sharply toward the bed.She’s sitting up slightly now, eyes wide and glassy with exhaustion, one hand gripping the blanket tightly while the other rests protectively over her stomach again.God.I didn’t want her hearing any of this.Diane immediately moves toward her. “Honey”“What’s happening?” Gesare asks again, her voice shaking this time. “Why do you both look like that?”I glance at Diane briefly.She looks back at me like she’s silently asking what we should tell her.The truth, that’s the only option now.I walk back toward the bed slowly.And for the first time since I have known her, I see genuine panic beginning to settle into Gesare’s face.Not emotional overwhelm.Not anxiety.Instinctive fear.Because she knows.Whatever this is now, It’s escalated.I sit carefully beside her on the edge of the bed.“Kumba,” she whispers. “Talk to me.”I swa

I didn't know Gesare is awake until I hear her voice behind me.“Who’s watching us?”The fear in her tone hits me instantly.I turn sharply toward the bed.She’s sitting up slightly now, eyes wide and glassy with exhaustion, one hand gripping the blanket tightly while the other rests protectively over her stomach again.God.I didn’t want her hearing any of this.Diane immediately moves toward her. “Honey”“What’s happening?” Gesare asks again, her voice shaking this time. “Why do you both look like that?”I glance at Diane briefly.She looks back at me like she’s silently asking what we should tell her.The truth, that’s the only option now.I walk back toward the bed slowly.And for the first time since I have known her, I see genuine panic beginning to settle into Gesare’s face.Not emotional overwhelm.Not anxiety.Instinctive fear.Because she knows.Whatever this is now, It’s escalated.I sit carefully beside her on the edge of the bed.“Kumba,” she whispers. “Talk to me.”I swa