All Chapters of Pregnant Virgin (Darling please don't leave): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sara Hayes' POVIt had been a month since I last saw Damian.A full month and a half, if I was being precise about it.I had woken up a month ago, just to be informed by Thomas that he travelled for work. Something about overseeing operations at a subsidiary in London, then Dubai, with the expression on his face, I could guess that he wasn't even sure of what he was saying. Maybe he was cooking up lies to make me feel good. In order not to make him uncomfortable I didn't ask too many follow-up questions.If I was honest with myself, his absence had been something close to a gift because for the first time since this entire ridiculous arrangement began, I had been able to simply exist without the constant threat of an argument, or the confusing, infuriating way my body reacted every single time he decided to touch me for absolutely no reason at all.It had been peaceful.I had actually been able to focus properly on the pregnancy for once. No shouting matches or inexplicable kisses th

Sara Hayes' POVThe ride to the restaurant was completely silent, I sat as close to my own door as physically possible, my shoulder practically pressed against the cool leather of the car, trying to create a vast, invisible canyon between myself and this man. I was still recovering from what had happened in my bedroom. Every time I breathed, I felt the lingering heat of him on me.I refused to look directly at him. I kept my gaze fixed on the blur of the city lights flashing past the window, my heart still drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Damian, however, seemed entirely unbothered by the silence. He was scrolling through something on his phone with a focused, detached expression. It was as if the last twenty minutes had never happened at all. When we arrived, the valet whisked the car away, and we were led into a private dining room already reserved by the Caldwells. The space was a sanctuary of understated elegance and quiet luxury. Soft, amber lighting cast a warm glow o

Damian’s POVI was dreaming again. In the dream, I am eight years old again. I am small, fragile, and utterly alone in the house because it was my father's burial. Since my father died it has always been like that. I was standing in the center of my bedroom, the morning light filtering through the heavy curtains in sickly yellow strips. I was naked, caught in that vulnerable transition between sleep and the day, struggling to find my clothes.The cold air hit my skin, making me shiver, Then, my door clicks open.Nana had entered my room. Nana is my nanny and has been trusted by my mother to keep the house running."Nana," I whispered, my voice high and thin. "Please help me find my shorts. I can't find them."I looked at her with wide, innocent eyes, waiting for her gentle reprimand or her helpful hand. But she didn't look at my face. She didn't look at my eyes. Her gaze dropped, sliding down my small frame with a slow, deliberate hunger that made my skin crawl. She stood there, froz

Sarai Vance's POVI was sitting on the couch watching my favorite soap opera, though I wasn't even paying attention to it. My mood had been terrible lately, and the internet wasn't making it any better.Someone had posted a picture of Damian and Sara having dinner at some hotel restaurant. You could only see their backs, but that hadn't stopped the comments from exploding underneath it, everyone gushing over what a "lovely couple" they made, how "even from behind you could feel the love," how "some people just radiate soulmate energy."Soulmate energy?. From the backs of their heads?.“This people are so gullible, they can't be serious” I said loudly I found myself typing, my thumbs moving fast across the screen, replying to comment after comment, telling anyone who would listen that Sara was deceiving him, that she didn't actually love him, that the entire thing was fabricated for the cameras.“ You people have no idea what's actually happening behind closed doors, Wake up” I typed.

Sara Hayes' POVThe night before, I slipped out of my room Thankfully, I found Thomas still in the kitchen, wiping down the counters."Madam," he said, straightening in surprise. "Is everything alright? Do you need something?""I'm fine," I said quickly, glancing around. "I was just wondering, is there an extra laptop lying around anywhere in the house? I'm just bored, and I thought I might browse the internet.Thomas studied me for a moment, his expression suspicious."I believe there's a spare one in the study," he said slowly. "I'll bring it to your room.""Thank you, Thomas," I said, offering him my brightest, most innocent smile.He didn't look entirely convinced, but he nodded anyway and disappeared toward the study, returning a few minutes later with a laptop that he handed over without further comment, though his eyes lingered on me a beat longer than necessary before he wished me goodnight.I practically floated back up the stairs, laptop tucked securely against my chest li