Semua Bab Pregnant for My Ex’s Ruthless Boss: Bab 11 - Bab 20

ARIA'S POVThe moment the elevator doors closed behind me, the anger I had been holding back boiled over.How dare Ryan?How dare he turn my father’s company into a hunting ground for his cousin and whoever else he had planted here?If my uncle walked through the doors today, I would have failed him completely. Grief had blinded me. I had trusted Ryan with everything, and he had poisoned it from the inside.I stepped onto the twelfth floor and headed straight for my office. “Call for a general meeting immediately,” I told Tyler before shutting the door behind me.Alone, I let out a shaky breath. “You’re doing the right thing,” I whispered, pacing the length of the room. “You were doing great. You’ve got this under control. You can do this.”I started counting down from fifty, trying to push back the panic clawing at my chest. I had told my therapist I was healed. I had believed it. But here I was, struggling to breathe because the weight of everything was suddenly too much.I moved to

ARIA'S POVThe day ended with a horrible adrenaline crash. The email gotten from the Ashford's sent every one into panic. Despite the damage control everyone did, I need to set up an urgent meeting to actually meet with Mr Ashford himself. I can't risk losing my biggest milestone before it even starts. I got as far as the parking garage of the office, the entire company was already quiet due to the late hour.I adjusted my seat, ready to start the car when my phone buzzed on the seat beside me. I frowned, frustrated but cautious as I saw a message from an unknown source.‘check your email, the. Check the roof access on the thirtieth floor, you are running out of time to fix this.’My stomach dropped, I sat frozen in the car, my thumb hovering over the screen as I reread the message over and over. Before I could decide what to do with the message it disappeared, just like a glitch, there were no traces of the message.My heart skipped a beat. I wanted to call Tyler but I knew it was us

ARIA'S POV“Aria!” Claire called the moment my car pulled up in the driveway, “what happened? You scared the hell out of me,” she said, pulling the car door open, waiting to scold me.“What... What happened?” She grabbed my shoulder, registering my features.“I just want to sleep, Claire...” I said, my voice blank, but it was shaky.“Talk to me,” she said, her brows pulling together. She grabbed my bag as she assisted me toward the elevator.“Ryan...” I started the moment we stepped inside the mansion. “I feel like everything is crumbling, Claire. I don't know what to do again,” I said, tears evident in my voice.“What did that asshole do this time?” She dropped my bag, fetched water from the refrigerator, and padded carefully toward me, offering the water.I explained all that happened: from the warning email and all the cards he pulled today, to his appearance and Mr. Ashford's call.“Girl, that's quite a lot for one day,” she said, biting her lip.“I know.” I sniffled further. “How

ARIA'S POVNine. The number had made me fidget continuously since I got to the office, despite the sick feeling in my stomach and the nausea that refused to die down."Are you sure I shouldn't follow you, Miss Cole?" Tyler asked again as he walked me to the car. Fifteen minutes to the meeting time. I needed to get there early."It's the rule. I'll be fine," I said, forcing a smile that didn't reach anywhere near how I actually felt. "In case Claire calls before I text her, tell her I already left."He nodded, hesitant, and I got into the car before he could ask again. My hands trembled slightly on the wheel. Another wave of nausea rolled through me, worse than the one at home, cold sweat prickling along my hairline before it passed.Was I falling sick?I made a mental note to see a doctor the moment this meeting was over. Right now I needed my head clear, my spine straight, whatever it took to walk into that building looking like a woman who hadn't spent last night running from two men

DOMINIC'S POV“I thought the whole plan was to make her like you,” Jorah asked as soon as I slid into the back seat. “Why did she walk out looking so pissed?”“I don’t need anyone to like me,” I replied simply, my mind replaying the way her face had flushed red with every word I’d spoken. “And I didn’t do anything to her.”I genuinely didn’t understand what had set her off. I hadn’t said anything particularly offensive. At least, not in my view.“So what were you like?” Jorah pressed, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.I frowned. “What do you mean?”“Describe the conversation.”“There isn’t much to describe.”“Try.”I leaned back against the leather seat with a sigh. Thinking about how it all happened, she looked really cute when she was actually angry.“She approached me….”“Good start,” he shrugged.“She said she didn’t expect to see me there.”He nodded.“I said neither did I.” His expression remained carefully neutral.“She asked if I was going to ask how she’d been.”“An