บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By My Ex’s Rival: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Elyra"I'm pregnant," I announced as we all sat around the table yet the reaction I was hoping for wasn't exactly the one I got.Silence fell on the entire dining room for an instant before my mother in law immediately burst out in a terrible laughing that left me not only surprised but confused."That's a terrible joke, Elyra. I'd advise you to shut up while we talk about real, normal, and possible things here," My mother in law dismissed turning to Stàr who was practically the centre of attraction this evening.My husband's child hood bestfriend and lover if I would add."Stàr, how's your modelling coming through?" Everyone's attention was already diverted from me as they stared at her with pure reverence in their eyes.I watched as my husband used his face wipe to dab her face and his fingers slightly grazed her skin making her giggle and he smiled brightly at her.They really didn't believe that I was pregnant? Well, that should be understandable since it was already acknowledged

ELYRA“No.” Mum yelled after me I walked back into the house, searching for her phone frantically while she trailed after me in tears.“No, Elyra. We can manage. You just got out of a toxic marriage and I'm not about to let you go into another one knowing fully well that this one would be arranged.” She yelled at the top of her voice when I spotted her phone on the top of the dinning table.Dad was already fast asleep on the table and I snatched it before she could get to me.“Yes mum! Yes. I'd get married to their son. That's what it takes to get back our company and save dad's life. Can't you see that we're the ones that doesn't have much of a choice here?” I screamed, scrolling through her phone to search for the number of Gates Hills. That's the name of the company and the owner that my father gambled our company over to and once I spotted it, I dialed the number into my phone.“Elyra. Please, let's just discuss this okay? You just got back, you haven't even had a meal or a drink

ELYRA.I walked into the large mansion, clutching my bag nervously as the movers took in my bag. It had been a week since I signed the marriage certificate that now binds that arrogant asshole and me.I had tried to make him see facts; that we had no reason to live together since we could barely stand each other but he remained as stubborn as a mule.The idea of running into him more than I needed to was not something I looked forward to."You must be Mrs.Elyra, "A voice called my attention and I turned to find a lady standing beside me. She had a black suit on, her hair in a formal bun."I'm his secretary. The maids could do this but he told me to show you to your room," Before I could reply, she turned and headed upstairs. I took a deep breath walking behind her.This was all for my family.“Radiel says to feel at home,” she muttered, shutting the door. I stared at the large room in front of me. It screamed elegance and wealth with the lush pillows, polished floors, and the balcony

ELYRA.I pinched myself hard, right on the arm, and the pain was sharp and real, not the dull kind you feel in dreams. That was when it truly sank in—I wasn’t dreaming. An ordinary maid had spoken to me like that. The memory replayed in my head, every word, every look, and the anger that had briefly settled earlier came rushing back like fire through my veins. My chest tightened as I still stood there before the dresser, my hand gripping the edge of the table tightly.“How dare she,” I muttered under my breath.I didn’t even wait an extra second as I stormed out of the room, intent on finding her. She was going to apologize. I didn’t care how long it took, didn't care what it took. No maid—no one in particular—got to disrespect me and walk away like nothing happened.But the moment I stepped out, all my determination leaked away.The hallway stretched endlessly in both directions, wide and silent, polished floors reflecting the high ceiling above. The mansion looked even bigger in day

ELYRA.I paused for a moment, stiff and ready, half expecting the door to burst open or someone to barge in without waiting. My pulse was already racing, anger coiled tight in my chest, plans forming and unforming in my head. Yet the hallway remained quiet. I heard no footsteps. No voices. Just the soft hum of the house settling around me.With a slow breath, I straightened my shoulders and inhaled.I pulled the door open gently and a maid stepped inside, young and calm. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen. Her uniform was neat, her posture careful, like she was afraid of taking up too much space.“Good afternoon, my lady,” she said, bowing slightly. “You have a visitor.”I paused. “A visitor?”Just like that, all the anger swirling in my head evaporated. Every sharp thought vanished, replaced by surprise, then curiosity. I wasn’t expecting anyone—at least not so soon. I hadn’t told a soul about this. No one except my parents knew about this arrangement and my whereabouts. “Yes