Alle Kapitel von Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

‘NOAH!’ My cry tore the house. But Noah Carter had already fallen. Not like a man. Like someone who made the decision years ago. The black eye under him closed immediately. Too fast. Like it was just waiting for him. Then he was gone. Silence. Absolute silence. Aren started screaming in my arms. Not panic. Desperate. “Papa!” Jonas ran to the black eye on the ground and hit with the small fists against. Nothing. Only wood. Just old thieves. Like there was never anything there. The house was satisfied. I felt it. The walls were calmer. The water slowly retreated. The house had got what it really wanted. Not me. Not the kids. Noah. Because he was the only one who had ever voluntarily returned. Elio suddenly began to tremble in my arms. His green eyes widened. Then he whispered: “He is still alive.” I fell on my knees right away. “Where?” Elio looked down. Not to the ground. Lower. ‘Under water’. The house sounded loud. Warning. Like it didn't wan

Gulls. Warm wind. Sunlight on closed eyes. When I woke blinking, the air smelled like salt and summer. Not to mold. Not after old water. Just sea. Real sea. I lay in the sand. In addition to me, Noah Carter slept on his back, the arm was still half around me. His face was peaceful. Don't worry. No shadows under the eyes. Just tiredness. Normal fatigue. A few meters away, Jonas, Aren and Elio ran along the water. Three boys. Three voices. Three lives. Really. Jonas collected shells. Aren tried to stop Elio from running into the water with shoes. And Elio laughed so loud that even the seagulls drowned. I started crying right away. Quiet. Simplified. Noah slowly opened his eyes. Saw me. Then the kids. And for a moment, none of us said anything. Because every word was too small. After all, Noah slowly sat down. His view wandered over the beach. Confused. “Where is the house?” I turned around. There was nothing left where the summer house stood. Just a

Kai remained. Not for a night. Not like a ghost who disappeared with sunrise. He just stayed. As if it were the most natural of the world, that suddenly another boy with bernstein-coloured eyes sat at the breakfast table. And maybe that was the most strange thing about it. No one asked questions that really had to be answered. Because deep within us we knew long ago: Some people don't come back because rules allow. It's because love finds her sometime. On the first night, Noah Carter prepared the guest room. But when he walked along the corridor with the fresh blankets, Kai suddenly stopped. In the middle. The last door. The only door in the house we never used. Not intentionally. It just never suggested anyone. A narrow white frame. Always closed. Always quiet. Kai stared at her. His face was pale. “What’s in there?” Jonas immediately asked curiously. I wanted to answer. But I couldn't. Because I suddenly didn't know myself. A cold wave ran down my back. N

I jumped off the couch right away. My heart beat so hard that I got dizzy. The wet footprints shined silver in moonlight. Little. Barefoot. And they led right down the hallway. To the children's rooms. ‘Noah!’ Noah Carter was immediately awake. He jumped from his place in front of the door before I could finish the sentence. Then he saw the traces. And his face lost any color. The door at the end of the hall was still open. Behind only darkness. But this time you didn't hear a whisper. Just silence. Sleeping silence. Too quiet. Kai came out of his room. Barefoot. Scared. When he saw the footprints, he stopped abruptly. “Oh no.” Noah immediately grabbed his shoulders. “What does that mean?” Kai swallowed hard. “You’re looking for someone.” Ice cold spread in me. I went out without thinking. First room. Jonas. I opened the door. Jonas slept under his blanket. Light on. Living. I almost cried before relief. Noah immediately checked the next room. Elio

No one answered immediately. How should you? The little girl stood outside in the night garden, barefoot between lavender and shadow, and with a quiet voice asked for something that was greater than salvation. A name. A home. A place. Behind us golden light escaped from the open door at the end of the hallway. In it, the nameless children slowly moved back and forth. Waiting. Not aggressive. Only hopeful. Kai joined the window first. His amber-coloured eyes glowed sadly. “You can’t stay out too long,” he said quietly to the girl. She smiled weakly. “I know.” Then she saw me again. Not demanding. Almost cautious. Like she's afraid of wanting too much. Noah Carter was powerless. His face was full of guilt. And suddenly I understood something. Kai was born out of loneliness. Aren out of hope. But this girl— she was born from wait. Years. Maybe for decades. Always left behind. Always overlook. “Why did you never come?” I asked quietly. The wind played with