All Chapters of Pregnant for my ex’s enemy : Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Aria’s POVThe drive back to the hospital felt completely different from the drive to Raven House. Before, we had been chasing answers, desperate for any clue that might lead us closer to the truth. Now we carried one. A key. A real lead. Something Daniel Collins had left behind deliberately. Not a rumor. Not a theory. Not another half‑finished clue. A real lead. The faded tag rested in my hand the entire journey. I couldn’t stop looking at it. Maternity Ward Locker. The words felt oddly personal, almost intimate, as though whatever Daniel had hidden wasn’t only evidence. It was connected to me, to my beginning, to the day my life started. The thought sent chills through me. Beside me, Damien drove in silence. Not the uncomfortable kind, but the thoughtful kind. The kind that followed life‑changing conversations. My eyes drifted toward him, toward the man my father had somehow trusted long before I ever did. The realization still felt strange. Daniel had seen something in Damien y

Aria’s POVThe room stayed quiet after Marcus spoke. It wasn’t the tense kind of quiet that came before another mystery. It was the heavy kind, the kind that followed truth. Real truth. Marcus placed the laptop on the table in Isabella’s room. Everyone was there; me, Damien, Nathan, my mother, Isabella, Adrian. For the first time, it felt less like a group of people chasing secrets and more like a family standing at the edge of something life‑changing. Because whatever Daniel had left behind, it was finally over. The searching. The guessing. The years of running. All of it. Over. Marcus looked around the room, then pressed play. The screen flickered. A familiar face appeared. Daniel Collins. My father. Older than in the photographs, younger than in my memories. Tired, but smiling. Always smiling. The sight alone made my throat tighten. Beside me, Damien shifted slightly closer. Not enough for anyone to notice. Enough for me. Enough to steady me. On the screen, my father took

Aria’s POVSunlight streamed through the hospital window, warm and golden against my skin. For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke without fear. No alarms jolting me awake, no screaming echoing down the hallways, no phone calls carrying threats. Just sunlight. For several seconds, I lay still, staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply, existing in the quiet, simply living. It was strange how something as simple as peace could feel so unfamiliar. Then I felt movement, a small flutter followed by another. My hand instantly settled on my stomach, and a smile appeared before I could stop it. The twins. Good morning to you too, I thought, laughing softly. For the first time in months, my mind wasn’t occupied by Victor Kane or secrets or danger. I was thinking about my babies, my future, the life waiting ahead. A knock interrupted my thoughts. Before I could answer, the door opened and Damien walked in, holding coffee and looking annoyingly handsome. My heart immediately b

Aria’s POVEight Months Later “Damien Blackwell, if you tell me to breathe one more time, I will personally make you regret it.” My fiancé immediately raised both hands in surrender. “I was only trying to help.” I glared at him—or at least I tried to. Another contraction hit, and suddenly glaring became much less important. Pain shot through me, sharp and consuming. I grabbed Damien’s hand, hard, very hard. His face immediately twisted in discomfort. Good. Excellent. If I was suffering, he could suffer a little too. The nurses exchanged amused looks. Traitors. Every single one of them. The delivery room buzzed with activity. Doctors moved calmly, machines beeped steadily, and outside, our entire family was waiting. And by entire family, I meant everyone—Nathan, Isabella, my mother, Marcus, Adrian. People who had fought beside us, people who had loved us, people who had stayed. The same people Daniel had wanted us to have. Family. Real family. The kind built through choice, thr