Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The rain was so violent against the windshield of my old car, I couldn't see the road. My fingers clipped the steering wheel, while my look at the small white box on the passenger seat fell. That was the ring. The ring I had hidden in my purse for three months because I today had finally found the perfect moment to tell Daniel Hayes that I yes. Not that he ever asked me. Daniel and I have been together for six years. Since college. Since the days, when we shared cheap noodles and dreamed of a better life at some point to have. He had always said if he had the right job, he would have me married. And I always waited. Patience. Trust me. Today he wrote to me: “Come home sooner. I have a surprise for you.” My heart beat faster all day. Even in Adrian's office Blackwood, where a nightmare was every minute, I smiled. My boss was Tyrann, who himself felt the breathing of his employees as a personal insult. But today I didn't care how many times he yelled at me. Because I

I was sure my heart stopped hitting. Daniel Hayes stood in the door, sealed as usual, in a dark blue suit, I bought him for his birthday two months ago. With my money. With the Overtime I had done while he was supposed to be "later in the office". For a moment, he looked as shocked as I did. His eyes glitted over my face, stuck on my red eyes, then on Adrian Blackwood. “Lena...” His voice was quiet. Careful. As if he had the right to speak my name. My stomach turned around. I went back a step right against Adrian's desk. My hands at the table edge. Adrian, on the other hand, seemed completely calm. Almost amusing. He took his phone, put it aside and slowly intertwined the arms in front of the Breast. “So you know each other.” It wasn't a question. Daniel swallowed visible. “We... were together.” Goods. The word cut deeper than it should. I stared at Daniel. “What are you doing here?” He opened his mouth, but Adrian answered in his place. “Mr. Hayes has been par

For a moment, I was sure I was interrogated. I stared at Adrian Blackwood while his words still in my head instinct. Do as if you were my fiancée. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Then I laughed. A short, unconstitutional laugh. “You’re kidding.” Adrian didn't sit back. He remained before me, tall, calm, completely safe, that the world turned according to its rules. “I don’t.” I shook my head. “No. This is crazy.” He pulled up an eyebrow. “To live with a man who cheats you while you are his Pay invoices?’ The sentence hit me like a slap. I got up. “You have no right” “I have every right to waste my time.” His voice had become sharp. Cold. But not loud. Adrian never had to scream. His rest was much intimidating. I balled my hands to fists. “Why me? You could take any woman. There is probably a thousand Models that would voluntarily hang on your arm.” For a tiny moment, his eyes glitt over my face. Slow down. Too slow. Something about it caused heat t

My heart hit my throat. The elevator doors were open, but I couldn't move. Not for Victor Blackwood. Not because of the strange woman or the young man next to him. Because of the hand of Adrian Blackwood at my waist. She was still there. Hard. Of course. It's like they belong there. Like I belong there. Adrian didn't release his hand. On the contrary, his fingers slightly tightened on my hip before he pulled me out the elevator led. “Grandfather,” he said calmly, as if nothing unusual about me suddenly to have yourself. “You’re early.” The old man in a wheelchair smiled slowly. But it wasn't a warm smile. It was that of a man who had learned for decades, people with a glance to shine through. His bright gray eyes rested on me. From my face to my hand in Adrians. Then back. “And you’re late,” said Victor. His voice was weak, but sharp. “This is new. You've never been too late for a woman." I got hot. Adrian didn't react. His hand glitted from my waist to my back

No one said a word. The room was so quiet that I could hear the quiet sum of the air conditioning. I stared at the tablet in Mia Carter's trembling hands, but my mind refused to understand the picture. My mother. disciples. Laughing. A man next to her, big, dark-haired, with the same sharp facial features as Adrian Blackwood. And the little girl on his arm... Me. My stomach pulled so hard together that I thought I had to over. ‘No’ The word came to nothing about my lips. “This is not possible.” But deep inside me I already knew it was possible. Suddenly things made sense that had never made sense. Why my mother had panicked in every question about my father. Why she burned the only letter. Why we had to keep moving when I was little. Why she always told me that some names are dangerous. I fluctuated. Now Adrian's hand was back at my waist. His grip was strong, stable, as if he could prevent me from falling. But I had already fallen. Just not physically. My wh