Todos los capítulos de The CEO's Hidden Heiress: Pregnant with His Heir: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The next three weeks were the longest of my life.Bedrest sounds relaxing, at first. No work, no obligations, no having to do anything except lie there while people bring you food. By the end of week one, I felt I was about to lose my mind. The penthouse walls were closing in, I had seen every movie on every streaming service twice over and had three books under my belt, and was in the process of starting a fourth. I’d even attempted knitting, which proved to be a catastrophic failure.Adrian was gone most days; in meetings with his legal team or the half of his company board who thought Daniel’s betrayal should cost him his job, and the half who believed he was owed more power as a result. There were calls and lawyers and reporters.Yet, every night he came home, crawled into bed with me, placed his hand on my belly, and fell asleep within minutes. The baby would kick, and Adrian would smile in his sleep. He was the most peaceful when he was like this.Marcus had turned the penthouse

Complete darkness surrounded us. The only thing I could see was the tiny red light on the emergency speaker. Adrian’s hand found mine in the dark and his grip was tight enough to hurt a little."Daniel," Adrian said. His voice was surprisingly calm for someone I knew had to be terrified. "What is it that you want?""What do I always want, brother?" Daniel's voice crackled through the speaker, a mocking tone in it. "I want the company. I want the money. I want the power, and right now I want you and your pregnant girlfriend to stay right where you are.""You aren't going to get away with this," I stammered, my voice trembling."I already have, Elena. For years, actually." Daniel laughed. It was a cold, ugly sound. "Did you really think I was the stupid younger brother? I have been planning this since we were kids."Adrian took a step closer to the speaker, "What are you going to do? Kill us here in the elevator?""That would be too quick. And it wouldn't send the right message." There

The weeks following Martha's death were quiet. I didn't know what to do with all of it: the silence, all of the years of danger and chaos and people trying to kill me, now gone. The threats were gone, the enemies were in jail, and I was in Adrian's penthouse with only my swollen belly to keep me company until the baby came.Adrian went back to work, but came home early every single day. He made me food, massaged my feet and talked to my belly. He was trying so hard to be a partner. It meant so much more than he could ever know.But something was wrong with me.I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I couldn't stop thinking about Martha's face in the hospital bed, her cold, small fingers gripping mine and tears running down her cheeks."I don't understand why I miss her so much," I told him one night, tangled in bed with his hand over my belly. "She tried to have me killed. She betrayed me. But I still miss her.""You miss the woman you thought she was. You don't miss the woman she really w

I was beginning to get anxious glancing at the clock on the wall of the hospital, which read 9:45. I was panicking because Grace was restless and fussy, and Adrian was pacing around the room like a nervous animal. Every couple of seconds he would stare at the door; as if he was waiting for someone to bust in."Can you sit down?" I said; "You're making me nervous.""I am sitting down." At that moment he wasn’t."Adrian." I Said He stopped pacing and placed himself on the edge of my bed. "I'm sorry, I just really don't like this.""You heard Marcus. Samuel is who he says he is.""Marcus also thought Daniel was a good guy; people like Elena."Grace began to cry, so I picked her up and immediately she calmed when I held her; which made me wonder if she could sense my panic.Then at ten o’clock there was a knock on the door.Adrian shot up. "Come in."The door opened and Marcus walked first in his usual black jacket with a gun visible on his hip. At the same time there was a strange man w

Two days after Adrian left for Switzerland, both Grace and myself were discharged from the hospital. I didn’t want to return to the penthouse; it seemed so empty without Adrian there. However, there was no other place for me to go, as my old apartment was full of all of Martha’s belongings—things I was not ready to deal with yet.Marcus drove us back home. He kept looking at me through the rearview mirror as if he were worried that I would break down at any time."I am NOT going to cry," I said to him."I didn’t say anything," he replied."You didn’t have to."When we got to the parking garage, Marcus assisted me in getting Grace and the rest of my stuff upstairs. When we entered the penthouse, it felt colder than it had been before which I could remember, in spite of the afternoon sun shining through the windows."Samuel is coming by later to see you," Marcus said as he placed the diaper bag on the couch. "He wants to check up on you""Has Adrian called yet?""Not yet. He has landed