All Chapters of PREGNANT FOR MY EX’S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Liora. The view was beautiful and the breakfast, made by Soren, was super delicious. With how relaxing the atmosphere was, the swaying tulips, the calm breeze, and the still water not far away, coupled with the soft music in the background, I should have eaten everything, probably clearing my plates. But how could I? I couldn't calm my erratic heartbeat, let alone take more than two spoonfuls without stopping to look at Soren, silently urging him to say everything. After he promised to share some inconsequential details about my childhood that could potentially help me regain my lost memories, how could I stay still? Impatient gnawed at my every cell, and I felt like I was sitting on hot pins and needles... Heavens! Cold sweat that had nothing to do with the weather trickled down my back, and my hands went all sweaty. "Is the food not to your liking?" My train of thought was cut by Soren's concerned voice, and I stiffened in place, shooting him a strained, almost guilty smile

Liora. The second outline had tears welling up in my eyes. The image outlined a familiar space, one that I could recognise even with my eyes closed, and looking at it, my fingers trembled slightly as I caressed the images. No wonder that the moment I had stepped onto the private island, I had been washed by a sense of familiarity. The flowers, the house, the swing, and the lake- they had all seemed like pieces of a puzzle, closing in on a game I hadn't even known I had been playing. The second image was captured on the very island that I was on, just a few meters from where Soren and I were seated. From the outline, I was seated on the swing, a princess Tiara placed on my head, a wide smile playing on my lips, and next to me stood my mother, a warm smile plastered on her lips. I seemed to have been celebrating my birthday, all happy, surrounded by love and warmth, without the slightest care for the world. Who knew that years later, my perfect world would be overturned and

Liora. "Are you disappointed that I didn't regain my memories like you had hoped by telling me all that?" My voice was a little low, barely masked sadness coating it as I asked. I didn't even lift my head to look at Soren. My eyes were glued on the steak on my plate, and yet, I couldn't even see it. My mind was far away, and my thoughts were muddled. "Are you sad?" Instead of answering my question, Soren asked, his voice so deep that against my better judgment, I lifted my head to look at him. Heavens! He had a way with his voice. Even in the middle of an emotional disaster, I couldn't help but get distracted. And to answer his question? Well, I gave him a feeble nod, very unconvincing. Who was I kidding? I was more than just sad. I was heartbroken. I had hoped to regain my memories sooner, know my roots, and revisit my relationship with Soren, back then. Yet, even after the outlined images, and everything, my mind was still blank, beautifully vacant of the truth that I w

Liora "Look who finally decided to show up." A voice cut in, momentarily making Soren pause in his tracks. It was vaguely familiar, and out of pure curiosity, I lifted my head from Soren's chest, locking eyes with the familiar figure. It was Reagan Clark, a very a famous name in the country. He was a rich heir from one of the rich families in the capital, and also, Soren's best friend. Although he wasn't unfamiliar to me, it was the first time I was seeing him in person,I had only seen him in the news and the finance magazines, after all. While Soren was cold and unapproachable, Reagan Clark was the opposite, refined, and effortlessly easygoing. Unlike the many times that I had seen him smile in the news though, the current him looked like an ice pool, almost like a bomb, about to explode. When our gazes locked, his eyes deepened, almost in scrutiny, then his eyes softened, before he flashed me a smile, charming, like the heartbreaker he was. Yes. Aside from being a

Third Person "You are the reason she got separated from her family, after all, Soren." Reagan sneered, his jaws flexing with anger. At Reagan's words, Soren stayed still, quietly observing him, and for a moment, something that closely resembled surprise flickered in his eyes before a frown settled on his lips. For a suffocating second, no one said anything, as the two who used to be best friends stared at each other, their gazes heated with everything they weren't saying. Finally, Soren nodded, with disappointment framing his features. Maybe he had been disappointed by Reagan's betrayal. Maybe the fallout had taken him by surprise, but what seemed to have finally broken his heart were Reagan's final words. He had finally crossed the line, it seemed... "Get out, now!" At the end, Soren ordered, his eyes deep red, his fingers resting on the gun around his waist, raw anger rolling off his entire being. "For the sake of our past relationship, I will let you go, Reagan