All Chapters of Pregnant for my ex’s enemy : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aria’s POVMy brain stopped working for a second. I stared at the photograph on Marcus’s phone while cold confusion spread slowly through my chest. My father stood beside Damien. Not present‑day Damien, but a younger version of him—softer somehow, less guarded, but unmistakably him. “What is this?” Nobody answered immediately because honestly, everyone looked caught off guard. Even Damien. Marcus replayed the footage again. The hooded man smiled directly into the camera before lowering the photograph and disappearing from view, like the entire thing had been staged specifically for us. For Damien. I looked toward him carefully. “You knew my father?” His jaw tightened slightly. “Not well.” Something about the answer felt incomplete. Adrian noticed too. “How does Daniel Collins end up in a photo with your family?” Damien took the phone from Marcus slowly, eyes fixed on the frozen image. For the first time tonight, uncertainty crossed his expression. Real uncertainty. “He wor

Aria’s POVBy the time we left the underground garage, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I kept trying my mother’s number anyway, call after call, each one sliding straight to voicemail. The fear growing inside me became harder to hide with every passing minute. Beside me, Damien watched silently before finally taking the phone gently from my hand. “You’re going to make yourself sick.” “My mother could be in danger.” “She has security.” “That didn’t stop my father from dying.” The words came out sharper than intended, and regret hit me immediately afterward. But Damien didn’t react angrily. If anything, something painful crossed his expression for half a second before disappearing again. Marcus drove through the nearly empty streets while rain tapped softly against the windows. Not heavy enough to blur the city completely, just enough to make everything feel colder. Adrian sat across from us, tense and unusually quiet now. Even Celeste had stopped speaking. The atmosphere in

Aria’s POVRain soaked through my clothes while the street around us remained frozen in dangerous stillness. Victor Hale stood a few feet away watching Damien carefully. It wasn’t the way enemies watched each other. It was heavier, darker, like two people connected by something unfinished and buried deep in the past. My pulse hammered painfully as I looked between them. “What truth?” Nobody answered immediately. Frustration rose sharply through me. “I’m tired of everyone speaking in riddles.” Victor’s attention shifted toward me slowly. “You should be.” Damien stepped between us before he could continue. “That’s enough.” The warning in his voice felt real. Not angry. Afraid. And somehow that frightened me more. Victor studied Damien for a moment before giving a faint, humorless smile. “You still protect people the same way.” “I said enough.” The armed men around us shifted slightly in the rain. Marcus had stepped out of the SUV now too, weapon lowered but ready. Adrian

Aria’s POVNobody moved after Marcus spoke. The rain kept falling around us, steady and merciless, while the words echoed painfully inside my head. Arthur Blackwell was dead. Damien stood completely still beside me. No reaction. No expression. That frightened me more than anger would have, because suddenly he looked like a man holding himself together by force alone. Marcus lowered the phone slowly. “The police found his car near the harbor thirty minutes ago.” The harbor. Of course. Everything always circled back there somehow. Adrian frowned immediately. “Was it Vincent?” Marcus’s expression stayed grim. “They don’t know yet.” Victor. My mind went there instantly. This felt like Victor—calculated, cruel, perfectly timed. But Damien still hadn’t spoken. I looked toward him carefully. Rain soaked through his dark shirt while water dripped slowly from his hair, but he barely seemed aware of any of it. His father was dead. And despite everything Arthur Blackwell had appa

Aria’s POV The silence after Damien read the message was unbearable. Rain continued to fall around us, steady and merciless, while the words on Celeste’s phone burned into my mind. Ask your mother what really happened the night you were born. I lifted my eyes slowly from the glowing screen. My mother’s face was pale, her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. She wasn’t shocked. She was terrified. And that difference changed everything. “Mom?” Her eyes darted nervously between Damien, Marcus, and Adrian before settling on me. For the first time in my life, I saw genuine panic in her expression; the kind that comes from a secret buried for too many years, a secret that was never supposed to survive. “Mom.” My voice cracked. She immediately grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly. “Not here.” The answer came too quickly, too desperately. My stomach tightened. “Why not?” She looked around the street nervously, scanning the shadows as if someone might be listening. “At