All Chapters of Pregnant for My Ex’s Ruthless Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ARIA’S POV I can't find him anywhere. I've searched the entire mansion, through the grand halls, the glittering ballroom, even the gardens where fairy lights twinkled like false promises.Now I'm heading to the third floor, my heels sinking into the thick carpets that line these quieter corridors.This side of the mansion feels worlds away from the chaos below. Downstairs, the first floor pulses with the loud laughter of rich men sealing deals over whiskey, the high-pitched giggles and barbed gossip of their wives, and the constant clink of crystal glasses. I feel out of place here, like an ornament on display rather than the guest of honor. Today was supposed to be about us, Ryan and me.Our engagement announcement. The start of a stable future after years of piecing myself back together from my family's tragedy. We should be together, smiling for the cameras, not... whatever this is.I pause mid-step when muffled voices drift from the farthest room on the third floor. Then comes

DOMINIC'S POV“The VIP section you reserved is currently occupied, and there is no vacant section,” the hostess walking behind me hurriedly explains.I know I came out of the blue, without my usual reservation. But I didn't prepare for no room at all.I kept walking, remnants of annoyance starting to resurface. I have never wasted my time on something as much as I did today.What a foolish man, thinking he can chase clout by inviting every single investor currently in New York.Although not everyone was present, that doesn't change the fact that I, of all people, was here.I snap out of my thoughts the moment my eyes make contact with a blue, piercing gaze.Isn't that the lady from earlier, the one who broke the engagement just now?Now she is sitting here, drunk?Interesting.I waved at the hostess, signaling that I would be fine and needed to be left alone.I walked closer, her vacant stare finally registering my presence. She glared in annoyance, saying nothing.She just picked up

DOMINIC’S POVAria stood before me in nothing but lace panties and heels, her skin glowing under the low golden light. The private suite was quiet except for our breathing, plush bed, heavy curtains, the distant thump of club music like a heartbeat.“Still think you came to the wrong table?” she whispered, trying to tease but her voice cracked slightly. Her words slurred and her eyes glazed.I almost smiled. Even now, she wouldn’t stop talking. It was equal parts infuriating and captivating.I shrugged off my jacket. She reached for my shirt buttons instead, fingers trembling with urgency and alcohol as she tore them open. Her palms pressed hot against my chest, exploring.For a second, I just looked at her. Four years of emptiness. Four years convincing myself no one would ever stand where Selena had. The guilt twisted sharply, tonight was the anniversary of her death. But when Aria reached for me again, my thinking stopped.“Dominic,” she breathed. My name on her lips pulled someth

DOMINIC'S POVFor the first time in four years, I woke up without feeling like someone had carved a hole through my chest. The warmth pressed against me felt unfamiliar but not unwelcome. My arm was draped over a soft waist, the scent of vanilla and expensive perfume filling my senses.I buried my face deeper into the pillow, allowing myself a rare moment of peace.No nightmares. No memories clawing at the edges of my mind. No anniversary date hanging over my head like a curse. Just warmth and another presence—steady breathing, the faint rustle of sheets, and the quiet comfort of not being alone.A small smile tugged at my lips as fragments of last night drifted through my mind. Blue eyes that sparkled with mischief even through the haze of alcohol. Midnight hair spilling across the pillows like ink.That sharp tongue of hers, cutting through every attempt at charm with teasing precision.The way she had looked at me like she wanted something real and wasn’t afraid to ask for it, eve

ARIA'S POVMy jaw tightened as memories of every irregularity I had ignored resurfaced. The unauthorized document signings. The suspicious money movements in and out of the financial division.All of it had been right under my nose, and I had been too blinded by grief and misplaced trust to see the rot spreading through my family’s legacy.My uncle had left the company in my care, even if only temporarily, and I had let outsiders waltz in and take pieces of it.Dad would be so disappointed in me.“Call for an emergency meeting,” I instructed my PA, my voice sharp. “Now.” He nodded and moved quickly,he always knew exactly what to do.I retreated into my office. It wasn’t the grand executive suite on the top floor yet, but it was mine, and for now, that was enough.I would prove to my uncle and to everyone that I could steer this company forward.But first, I needed to root out the moles.I spent the next few minutes reviewing the access logs again, my stomach twisting at how deeply Rya