All Chapters of Pregnant with My Billionaire Enemy's Twins: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Held Before the Fall

Matapos kong matapos ang huling silid sa fifteenth floor, napabuntong-hininga ako. "Finally..." Pinunasan ko ang manipis na pawis sa noo ko bago muling inayos ang laman ng housekeeping trolley. "Althea." Napalingon ako kay Mrs. Dizon. "Tapos ka na ba riyan?" "Opo, Ma'am." "Good. bumaba kana sa housekeeping station sa lobby. May darating pang bagong linens mamaya." "Okay, po." Agad kong itinulak ang housekeeping trolley at sumakay ng elevator. Ilang sandali lang ang lumipas bumukas na ang elevator sa ground floor, sinalubong ako ng pamilyar na ingay ng lobby. May mga bisitang papasok at palabas. May mga concierge na tumutulong sa mga guest. May mga bellboy na nagtutulak ng malalaking maleta. Normal na araw lamang. Patuloy kong itinutulak ang trolley patungo sa housekeeping station. Ngunit ilang hakbang pa lamang... Biglang nanginig ang cellphone ko sa bulsa ng uniporme. Bzzzt... Napahinto ako. Napakunot-noo ako nang makita ang pangalan sa screen.

The Weight of Unspoken Feelings

Zevran's POV The moment the hospital room door closed behind me, an unfamiliar heaviness settled in my chest. I had seen countless workplace accidents over the years. Employees slipping on wet floors. Kitchen staff suffering burns. Maintenance workers sustaining injuries during repairs. Every incident had been handled professionally. Medical assistance. Insurance. Compensation. Investigations. That was the extent of my involvement. Objective. Efficient. Necessary. Today... It had been different. As I walked through the quiet corridor with Marcus a few steps behind me, my mind refused to leave Room 312. The image of Althea kneeling beside her son replayed over and over again. The relief in her eyes when the doctor declared the boy safe. The way she had held his tiny hand as though letting go would cause him to disappear. And the little boy... Kian. Despite the stitches on his forehead and the bruises on his shoulder, his first concern had been his mother's tears.

The Rival Appears

Celestine's POV I refused to accept that my relationship with Zevran Altamirano was over. Everyone called me his ex-girlfriend. I hated that word. Ex. As if three years of loving each other could simply disappear because he decided to end it. Nearly two years had passed since Zevran broke up with me. There had been no shouting. No betrayal. No other woman. Just a calm conversation in his office. One that shattered everything I had planned for my future. "This isn't working anymore, Celestine." "You deserve someone who can give you the life you want." "I'm not that man." Those had been his exact words. He didn't even give me the chance to fight for us. He simply walked away. Anyone else would have accepted the breakup. But not me. Because I knew Zevran. He wasn't the kind of man who fell in love easily. He devoted himself entirely to his work. He ignored every woman who tried to get close to him. Business heiresses. Actresses. Models.

Questions Left Unanswered

Althea's POV Kinabukasan... Maaga na naman akong nagising. Mas maaga pa kaysa sa nakasanayan. Hindi dahil sapat ang tulog ko. Kundi dahil halos hindi ako nakatulog buong magdamag. Paulit-ulit kong sinilip si Kian. Hinawakan ang noo niya. Tiningnan kung may lagnat. Sa bawat pagkakataong nakikita ko ang maliit na benda sa noo niya... Parang pinipiga ang puso ko. "Anak..." Mahina kong bulong habang marahan kong hinihimas ang buhok niya. "Sorry." Napabuntong-hininga ako. Kahit sinabi ng doktor na maayos na ang lagay niya... Hindi pa rin maalis ang takot sa dibdib ko. Maya-maya ay naramdaman kong may yumakap sa bewang ko. Napalingon ako. Si Kiel. "Mama..." "Hmm?" "Hindi mo po kasalanan." Napangiti ako "Narinig mo?" Tumango siya. "Masyado po kayong malungkot." Hindi ko napigilang yakapin ang panganay ko. "Sorry..." Umiling siya. "Mas gusto po naming nakangiti ka." Napaluha na naman ako. Ang bata pa nila. Pero sila pa ang umaalo sa akin. Ilang sandali pa'y na

Unspoken Truths

Zevran's POV The door closed quietly behind her. For several long seconds... I remained exactly where I was. My eyes lingered on the door as if she might walk back in. She didn't. Silence filled the office once again. Marcus stood near the entrance, waiting for my next instruction. He had worked with me long enough to know better than to interrupt my thoughts. After nearly a minute, I finally spoke. "...Has she left?" "Yes, sir." I looked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The skyline stretched endlessly before me. Normally... It helped me think. Today... It only reminded me of how distracted I had become. I rarely asked employees personal questions. In fact... I avoided them. Their private lives were their own. As long as they performed their jobs professionally, I had no reason to interfere. Yet today... I had done exactly that. "Where's the father of your sons?" The memory of her expression replayed in my mind. The surprise. The hes

A Familiar Stranger

Sleep didn't come easily that night. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. The mansion was silent. For years... I'd welcome this silence. It allowed me to think. To prepare for another demanding day. Tonight... It only amplified the questions inside my head. Why her? Out of all the people I'd met throughout my life... Why did she remind me so much of that woman? Why had those familiar brown eyes stayed in my memory for five years? Was it really possible... That I had crossed paths with her again? Or was my mind simply trying to connect two strangers because of one unforgettable night? I closed my eyes. Almost instantly... Images flashed through my mind. Althea is crying outside the emergency room. Kiel clings tightly to his mother. Little Kian smiling despite the fresh bandage on his forehead. "Don't cry, Mama..." The innocent words echoed once again. Without realizing it... I smiled faintly. He was a brave child. Far b

Unspoken Glances

Althea's POV Mabilis palang lumipas ang mga linggo ng hindi ko man lang namamalayan... Isa-isang nagdaan ang mga araw. Hanggang sa tuluyang lumipas ang ilang buwan. At sa paglipas ng mga iyon Patuloy rin ang takbo ng buhay. Pareho pa rin ang routine ko. Gigising nang alas-kuwatro ng madaling-araw. Maglilinis ng munting apartment. Magluluto ng almusal. Maghahanda ng baon nina Kiel at Kian. Pagkatapos... Papasok sa Altamirano Grand Hotel. At uuwing sobrang pagod na pagod May mga gabing halos hindi na ako makabangon sa sobrang sakit ng likod. May mga araw ding nanginginig na ang mga kamay ko sa kakapalit ng bedsheet at kakatulak ng housekeeping cart. Ngunit sa tuwing maiisip ko na may umaasa sa akin pansamantalang nawawala ang lahat ng pagod ko. Sila ang dahilan kung bakit kailangan kong magpatuloy. Dahil sila ang lakas ko. Hindi naging madali ang buhay bilang isang single mother. Dahil wala akong katuwang. Walang ibang maaasahan. Kung minsa

The Beginning of the Game

Celestine's POV People often mistake jealousy for anger. They imagine raised voices. Broken promises. Explosive confrontations. But jealousy, at its most dangerous... Is quiet. It smiles when everyone is looking. It waits when everyone believes it's gone. And by the time people realize it's there... It's already taken root. The soft click of the closing door echoed through the Presidential Suite. I watched as the housekeeping attendant disappeared into the hallway. She didn't look back. She simply bowed politely before leaving, just as any well-trained employee would. For a few moments, the room remained silent. I shifted my gaze to Zevran. He was still looking toward the door. Not for long. Just long enough for someone who knew him well to notice. Then, as if nothing had happened, he lowered his eyes to the documents on his desk. Anyone else would've missed it. I didn't. I'd spent years learning every version of his silence. And this one... Was different. "So

An Unexpected Encounter

Althea's POV Katulad ng nakasanayan... Maaga akong pumasok sa trabaho. Pagkatapos ng morning briefing, isa-isa nang ipinamahagi ni Mrs. Dizon ang aming mga assignments para sa araw na iyon. "Miss Villanueva." "Ma'am?" "Ikaw ang bahala sa Executive Floor ngayong umaga." Tumango ako. "Yes, Ma'am." "May bagong foreign VIP guest na darating." "Siguraduhin mong maayos ang lahat bago siya dumating." "Opo." Kaagad kong itinulak ang housekeeping cart patungo sa executive floor. Tahimik ang buong palapag. Amoy na amoy ang sariwang bulaklak na bagong pinalitan sa hallway. Isa-isa kong sinuri ang bawat detalye. Maayos ang carpet. Malinis ang mga salamin. Nakapwesto nang tama ang mga dekorasyon. Pagkatapos... Lumabas ako sa malawak na balcony ng isa sa mga suite upang tiyaking malinis din ang bahaging iyon. Habang inaayos ko ang maliit na paso ng orchids... May narinig akong boses sa likuran ko. "Excuse me." Napalingon ako. Isang matangkad na lalaki

The Unexplained Connection

Adrian’s POV I've stayed in countless luxury hotels from New York and London to Paris, Tokyo, Singapore, and now the Philippines. Five-star service had become so familiar that I barely noticed it anymore. But a hotel was never remembered for its marble floors or expensive furniture. It was remembered by its people. And this morning, one person caught my attention. Her name was Althea Villanueva. I had entered the restaurant just before breakfast ended and took my usual table by the window. My coffee sat untouched in front of me as my thoughts drifted back to the housekeeping attendant I'd encountered earlier. There was something about her I couldn't explain. It wasn't attraction. It was something deeper. Something instinctive. The moment I'd seen her, an unfamiliar sense of recognition had settled over me as if some part of me already knew her, even though we'd never met before. Her face reminded me of someone. So did her eyes. But it was her smile that unsettled me most

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