All Chapters of Pregnant for my ex’s enemy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aria’s POV“Did something happen between you and Damien?” Adrian’s voice was calm. Too calm. That made it worse. Rain fell steadily around us while reporters shouted beyond the gates, cameras flashing so brightly it almost hurt my eyes. But suddenly none of that mattered anymore. Because Adrian was looking directly at me. And for the first time since this entire nightmare started, I couldn’t look back at him honestly. My silence stretched too long. I knew it did. The second guilt flooded my face, Adrian understood everything anyway. Pain moved quietly across his expression before disappearing behind composure again. That hurt more than anger would have. “Adrian…” My voice trembled. Beside me, Damien stayed completely still. The tension between both men felt sharp enough to cut through the rain itself. The reporters kept shouting questions outside the gates. “Did she cheat on you?” “Who is the father?” “Are they together now?” Every word made me feel smaller, more ash

Aria’s POVVincent Moretti smiled at the security camera like he already owned the ending to our story. A cold feeling spread slowly through my chest as I stared at the monitor. Something about the calmness in his expression unsettled me more than open violence would have. He looked patient, like a man waiting for people to destroy themselves without needing much help from him. Sophia folded her arms tightly. “I officially hate his face.” Marcus was already speaking into his phone, ordering additional security around the property. Beside me, Damien looked dangerously calm. That scared me too. Because I was beginning to understand something about him—the quieter he became, the angrier he actually was. Vincent remained parked across the road for another few seconds before the black car finally pulled away into the night. Still smiling. The screen went dark afterward, but the feeling he left behind remained. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Marcus lowered the tablet slowly. “I’ll double s

Aria’s POVMarcus’s words ”someone close to Aria” stayed in my head long after everyone disappeared into their rooms for the night. I sat quietly near the bedroom window, unable to sleep, while the city lights glowed faintly in the distance. My mind kept replaying everything. Adrian’s face in the driveway. The kiss with Damien. Vincent smiling at the cameras. And now this. A leak. Someone around me feeding information to people who wanted to destroy my life piece by piece. The thought made my stomach turn. I pulled the blanket tighter around myself before glancing toward the clock on the bedside table. 3:17 AM. Wonderful. At this point, sleep honestly felt fictional. A soft knock sounded against the bedroom door suddenly. I froze slightly. Then Damien’s voice came quietly through the other side. “Are you awake?” Of course I was. I crossed the room slowly before opening the door halfway. Damien stood there wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled slightly upward, his exp

Aria’s POV I woke up to silence. Not the peaceful kind. The unsettling kind that makes you feel like something shifted while you were asleep. For a moment I stayed still beneath the blankets, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling while fragments of yesterday returned slowly. Adrian. The kiss. Vincent. My mother’s frightened voice. Exhaustion swept through me all over again. I turned toward the bedside table instinctively. My phone sat there flooded with missed notifications. Messages. Calls. News alerts. I ignored all of them immediately. Mentally, emotionally, physically, I couldn’t survive another scandal headline before breakfast. A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. Before I could answer, Sophia pushed the door open slightly. She peeked inside carefully. “Are you alive?” “Unfortunately.” “That’s the spirit.” Despite myself, I smiled faintly. Sophia entered carrying two mugs in her hands before settling beside me on the bed. “You slept longer than expected.” “What time

Damien’s POVAria went quiet after the call with Adrian ended. Not angry. Not defensive. Just emotionally drained in a way that made the entire room feel heavier. She sat near the window with her phone still resting loosely in her hand while sunlight spilled softly across the kitchen floor around her. Morning had fully settled over the city now, too peaceful for the kind of conversation she had just survived. Marcus watched her carefully from across the room before finally speaking. “You should eat something.” Aria gave a tired shake of her head. “I’m not hungry.” “That hasn’t stopped being a problem just because you changed the sentence.” Sophia walked in halfway through the conversation carrying a bag from a bakery downstairs. “I brought pastries because apparently everybody here survives on emotional suffering and caffeine.” Nobody reacted immediately. She looked around slowly. “Oh. Tough crowd today.” Aria managed the smallest smile before lowering her eyes again. Th