All Chapters of Pregnant for my ex’s enemy : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aria’s POVNobody reached for the birth certificate. For once, it wasn’t because we were afraid of another secret. It was because we were exhausted by them. The document sat on the coffee table, silent and ordinary, yet capable of changing everything. And somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to look at it. Not yet. I leaned back against the sofa and closed my eyes. The baby shifted gently, a small movement, barely noticeable, yet it immediately pulled me away from the chaos. For a few precious seconds, none of this mattered. Not Nathan. Not Isabella. Not Arthur. Not the birth certificate. Just me and the tiny life growing inside me. A warm blanket settled across my shoulders. I opened my eyes. Damien. Of course. I hadn’t even noticed him leave the room. “You were cold.” The explanation was simple, matter of fact, as though draping blankets over me was completely normal. Maybe for him it was becoming normal. The realization did something strange to my chest—something warm, something da

Aria’s POVThe drive to the hospital felt endless. Not because of traffic, but because every second stretched into a lifetime. The photograph remained open on my phone. I must have looked at it twenty times, maybe thirty. Each time I searched for proof that it was fake, a manipulated image, a trap, a lie. But every time, the result was the same. The woman in that hospital bed looked exactly like the woman from the photograph inside the letter. Exactly like the woman whose eyes stared back at me from every mirror. Isabella Hart. My mother. Or at least the woman who gave birth to me. The thought still felt impossible. Damien drove with one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting near the center console. Close enough. Not touching me. Just there. As though he’d already decided that if the world fell apart today, he would catch me before I hit the ground. I hated how comforting that was. The baby shifted suddenly. A stronger movement this time. Not a flutter. A kick. My hand i

Aria’s POVThe sound that came from Nathan’s throat wasn’t quite a word. It was closer to disbelief, the kind of sound a person makes when a miracle happens right in front of them. For twenty‑six years, Isabella Hart had existed only in stories, photographs, letters, and memories. Now she was awake. Breathing. Looking directly at us. And terrified. “Lock it.” Her voice cracked from disuse. The effort alone seemed to exhaust her, yet the fear in her eyes only grew stronger. “He found me.” Marcus reacted first. Within seconds he was at the door, checking the hallway. Adrian moved toward the windows. Damien stepped closer to me instinctively. Not enough to draw attention, but enough to make sure I was protected if something happened. The gesture didn’t escape me. Lately, very little about Damien escaped me. Nathan moved to Isabella’s bedside. For the first time since I’d met him, he looked completely shaken. “Isabella.” His voice was gentle, careful, like he was afraid she migh

Aria’s POVThe word “no”came from three different people at once—Damien, Nathan, and my mother. For a brief second, it would have been almost funny under different circumstances. Three people who rarely agreed on anything had reached the exact same conclusion. Absolutely not. Marcus looked down at his phone again, as though rereading the message might somehow improve it. It didn’t. His expression made that clear. “He specifically asked for Aria.” The room erupted. Nathan immediately started pacing, his movements sharp and restless. My mother stood so quickly that her chair nearly tipped over. Adrian swore under his breath. Meanwhile, Damien remained perfectly still. That was somehow more alarming than everyone else’s reaction. Because when Damien got quiet, it usually meant he was angry. Very angry. “What exactly did he say?” I asked. Marcus hesitated, then handed me the phone. The message was short. Painfully short. You have twenty‑four hours. Bring Aria Collins. Come alone

Aria’s POVThe drive to Raven House began less than five minutes after Marcus delivered the news. Nobody wasted time arguing. Nobody suggested waiting until morning. If Victor had reached Raven House first, every second mattered. The city lights gradually disappeared behind us as Damien guided the SUV onto a winding road surrounded by dense trees. Night had fully settled now, and the darkness beyond the headlights felt endless, uncomfortable, the kind of darkness that made old fears feel alive. Marcus sat in the front passenger seat, coordinating with security teams through clipped instructions. Adrian followed in another vehicle behind us. For once, nobody was talking. Not because of tension, but because everyone was thinking, calculating, preparing. I leaned my head against the window. The cool glass soothed the headache building behind my eyes. The babies shifted again, one small kick, then another. A smile touched my lips despite everything. Twins. The reality still felt unr