All Chapters of PREGNANT FOR MY EX’S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Liora. "I found you." He whispered, his voice heated, and his fingers around my chin brought a foreign sensation that burnt all the way to my spine. "I am not losing you again." He added, his eyes holding mine, filled with so much fire, so much intensity that my legs weakened. I found you... Those words.. I didn't have my memories. I didn't know the kind of relationship I shared with Soren, but my heart seemed to understand better. It felt like he had been waiting for me, searching for me, for years, and I actually didn't know what to feel. "I am not losing you again..." he repeated, and a smile, almost mirthless, curved on my lips. If someone had told me, a few months ago, that Soren Knight would say such words to me, I would have dismissed their words as a careless bluff. In the past, he and I used to be worlds apart. An existence I wouldn't have dared to dream of. He was the Knight's heir, a name only whispered, and even then, with fear. How could I, Liora, a nobody

breakfast

Liora After the recent discovery, my identity, my family, and all, many things were bound to change, but something never changed, not even a bit, and that was how I felt for Soren. My heart still skipped beats whenever he drew closer to me, and later it did those little flutters that had started way before I knew I had another identity out there. But then, something else developed between us, chemistry. I didn't know if it had something to do with him discovering that I was the girl that he had been searching for all along, but it felt like he became warmer, and kinder towards me. Yes. From the few things that Soren had managed to divulge to me, which according to him were of no threat, he and I were close. Well, close in the aspect that I was that little girl who asked him to marry her at a very ridiculously tender age... I blushed furiously when he said that to me. Then there was this look that he wore... Amused, as if, he couldn't believe that I had asked him that... Unl

Tell me, Liora..

Liora. After staying with Soren for months, I could easily tell if he was the one who cooked a meal. There was something about his cooking, something I couldn't eat point at, that usually stood out. His meals were exceptionally good, and the breakfast that was neatly plated before me was no different. It was a simple English breakfast, and yet, it tasted better than anything I had ever had before. The meal was spent in silence, save for the occasional clicks of the cutlery. Luckily, after spending enough time with each other, we were by now accustomed to each other's presence, and even in the face of my new identity, there was no awkwardness or forced conversations. Everything flowed freely, from the way he added food to my plate to the way I quietly ate. We had done it for so many times, after all. To the point that the scene felt familiar, except for the setting. After our breakfast, I offered to clear the table, only for him to stop me, a deep frown set on his lips.

Will you?

Liora. "I want them to experience a pain a thousand times worse than what you went through." His voice was cold and emotionless as he vowed, and a shiver slid down my spine involuntarily. "What I went through?" I asked, my gaze unfocused, raw anger merging with my tone as I thought about everything the Quinns put me through. "Restricted diet," a mirthless laugh escaped from my lips as I whispered. "Donating litres of blood every other week, and on unlucky weeks, more than once.." My voice shook as I recounted. "Holding a label of a daughter while I was treated like a servant or even worse, a hostage?" I asked, and at that point, tears glossed my eyes. I thought I was over the pain, over the torture that the Quinns had inflicted on me, but recounting everything to Soren proved me otherwise. I discovered that I wasn't only still wounded, but the bitterness was raw, to the point that it burned. At that point, I realised that disappearing from the Quinns' lives and living

The kiss

Liora "Will you marry me, Liora?" Soren asked, so carefully, as if he was afraid I would say no. But no? From the moment I fell in love with him, I had, on countless occasions, dreamt of that very day, the day he would go on one knee and ask me to marry him, for real this time, not just on paper, not just like the contract suggested. At some point, I would get emotional, just thinking about it. I'd thought that day would never come. I had chided myself for wishing for too much, for living in fantasy rather than reality. Because back then, the distance between Soren and me felt like heaven and earth, too stretched that I could never catch up. And now, looking at him, at the ring box in his hand, and the expectant but nervous smile on his lips, I became emotional. It still felt like a dream, and I was afraid it would all disappear the moment I as much as blinked. In my entire life, I could tell, without doubt, that I was genuinely happy for the first time. Soren, the baby

Desire...

Liora The first time we kissed, I was under the influence of alcohol, and I couldn't really recall the details, and the ones I recalled were vague, just distant picks from a faraway place. The second time we kissed, it was unexpected, almost accidental. Even long after it happened, I had remained in a trance, wondering why and how it had happened. It immediately had my thoughts spiralling. It had left me wondering whether he was falling in love with me. It had felt like a sweet, stolen moment, one that wasn't meant to happen but was desired. Now, though, as his lips wrapped around mine, I was fully conscious and fully awake. I felt every sensation. His lips were warm and soft against mine, and his hands were wrapped protectively around my neck as he drew me closer. It was the best kiss I had ever had. His movements were slow and sensual, as if he was savouring the moment, as he slowly guided us towards a place he only understood. Moments after adjusting, my movement

Please....

Liora "I have wanted to do this for ages, Liora." A muffled sound escaped from his lips as he placed me on the bed. Before the words could land, he was already tearing my dress apart, his movements hastened by whatever fire burning through him. He was so near, and I inhaled sharply as his familiar scent wafted through my ears, and for a moment, I lost all my senses as I stared at him. Desires glossed his eyes. Three buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing his well-sculpted frame. I didn't know what took over me. Fueled by something I couldn't actually name, I sat up, before hungrily unbuttoning the rest of the shirt, as if I couldn't wait. His full half-body came to the display. He was well framed, orbs where it mattered, muscled generously, looking like a fucking perfect portrait, and for a moment, I got dazed as I stared at him. He.. He was otherworldly handsome. A deliberate piece of art, created for a year. If he were wine, he would be best described as the famous

I promise you...

Liora. "Please," I whispered, my voice breaking from everything. "Make me yours, Soren..." I begged, arching my waist forward, the desperation burning through my nerves foreign even to me, but at that point, I was past caring. He was all I wanted, all I craved, so much that I felt like I would lose my damn mind if he didn't take me in the next second. From where I was, I saw it as his eyes darkened before he positioned himself between my thighs. "It will hurt... I will try to be gentle..." He whispered, as one of his hands played with my left nipple Then he locked his lips with mine, and just as another wave of pleasure overtook me, I felt it, a searing pain that tore through my spine, instantly bringing me back to reality, and a gasp tore past my lips. For a moment, he went still before he continued kissing me, gently, soothingly, and before long, the pain was overtaken by pleasure. After a while, when I was fully comfortable with him inside me, he started moving,

Honeymoon.

Liora. "This time, no one will come between us." He whispered, his voice firm and steady, devoid of the fatigue that should have normally characterised any person who had been deeply engaged for the whole night. As if my body was only awaiting his promise, my vision went hazy and my eyelids heavy, as fatigue and sleep, together, caught up with me. In my haziness, I could feel it, as hands and something that closely felt like a warm towel moved over my body. Surprisingly, for the first time in many years, I slept peacefully, a deep and fulfilling sleep, devoid of the usual nightmares that normally accompanied me, every single night. When I woke up, I could barely move my body. After hours full of activity, that was granted, though. I had never been so tired and happy at the same time. The space next to me was empty, but not cold. It meant that Soren had woken up not long ago, and we had spent the whole night together. To my surprise, I was all cleaned up and in a fresh

Hopefully,

Liora. It was the third day after the proposal, the ring, the kiss and definitely, our first night together. Logically, it shouldn't have been considered our first night since we were already expecting a child together, but I wanted to mark and remember it as our first, since I couldn't vividly remember our first night together, and besides, it was also our night together officially as a couple. I was just about to go take a shower when I caught my reflection in the mirror, and I stopped. There was not a single clear patch of skin on the upper part of my body. The entire skin was lined with kiss marks and passionate hickeys. And who did we have to thank for that? Soren, of course. A blush crept to my cheeks when I tried to think about everything that Soren and I had done in the past three days. Wild wasn't even the right word. We had gone at each other like animals. And Soren? He had meant it literally when he said I wasn't going to get out of bed. The three days were th

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