บททั้งหมดของ PREGNANT AFTER ONE NIGHT WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Six weeks later…I stared at the small white stick in my trembling hands.Two pink lines.My heart pounded loudly as I read the result again.Positive.“No… this can’t be happening,” I whispered to myself.My legs felt weak as I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My mind raced through everything that had happened during the past weeks.The cheating.The heartbreak.The bar.And him.The mysterious man whose name I had only learned from the card he left behind.Alexander King.I had tried to forget that night completely. I convinced myself it was just a mistake, something that happened when I was drunk and heartbroken.But now…Now there was no forgetting.A baby.His baby.My hands instinctively moved to my stomach.I didn’t even know this man. I didn’t know where he lived or what he did. For all I knew, the name on that card could have been fake.My phone suddenly rang on the table.The screen lit up with a familiar name.Daniel.My jaw tightened as anger rose inside me.After e

My heart pounded wildly inside my chest.Alexander King’s sharp eyes were still fixed on me, studying my face as if trying to remember something.I forced myself to stay calm.“Your assistant must be mistaken,” I said quickly.For a moment, he said nothing.Then he leaned back slightly in his chair, still watching me.“Perhaps,” he said.His voice was calm, but there was something intense about the way he looked at me.I felt like he could see straight through every lie I tried to tell.Alexander picked up a file from his desk and opened it.“Emily Carter,” he read slowly. “Twenty-four years old. Marketing graduate. Currently unemployed.”My cheeks warmed slightly with embarrassment.Of course someone like him would know everything about me already.He closed the file and looked up again.“So tell me, Miss Carter,” he said. “Why do you want to work at King Enterprises?”The truth was… I didn’t.I didn’t even apply for this job.But there was no way I could tell him that.“I just… need

Alexander King stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the city below. His hands were clasped behind his back, his jaw tight, and his expression unreadable. I could feel the tension radiating off him.Finally, he spoke, his voice low and deliberate. “Emily… this isn’t just about us anymore. It’s about a life… a life that’s half mine.”I swallowed hard, unsure whether to feel relief or fear. “I know,” I whispered. “And I’m not asking you to do anything. I just wanted you to know.”He turned slowly, his piercing dark eyes locking onto mine. “Do you understand what it means, carrying a King?” he asked. “Not just the name… the responsibility… the attention… the enemies?”I nodded, my stomach twisting with nerves. “I understand. And I’ll deal with it. But I didn’t want to hide it from you.”For a moment, silence filled the room. Then he walked toward me, his pace measured, each step heavy with purpose. My pulse raced. I didn’t know what he was planning… or if it woul

The city streets blurred past the car window as I rode silently with Alexander. The world outside was bright and bustling, but inside the car, the air was thick with tension. Alexander hadn’t spoken since we left King Enterprises. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white, and I felt the weight of his presence like a storm pressing down on me.I wanted to speak, to ask questions, but the words stuck in my throat. After yesterday’s confrontation, I wasn’t sure what I could say without making things worse.Finally, he broke the silence. “Emily,” he said, voice low, clipped. “You’ve made a mistake.”I stiffened. “I… what do you mean?”He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the road, unreadable. “You think you can navigate my world on instinct. That honesty is enough. That your best effort will keep you safe. You’re wrong. It’s never enough.”I felt a flush of frustration. “I’m not reckless, Alexander! I’m trying to survive just like you! I’m not naïve

The sound of the door handle rattling again made my heart leap into my throat. My back was pressed against the wall, every muscle trembling, and I could barely breathe. The shadow outside shifted, and I realized the intruder wasn’t going to leave. My instincts screamed at me to run, but there was nowhere to go.Then the sound of a key turning in the lock stopped me cold. The door swung open—not with violence, but with a controlled, deliberate motion. Alexander stepped inside, his dark eyes flashing with fury. He moved like a predator, silent, calculating, and in an instant, the tension in the room shifted.“Stay behind me,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding.I obeyed instinctively, ducking behind the couch as he advanced toward the intruder, who froze at the edge of the doorway. The man was tall, well-built, and calm—but there was an unmistakable edge of fear in his eyes as he realized Alexander’s presence.“You don’t belong here,” Alexander said, his tone cold as ice. “Leave