All Chapters of Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“Opa, is it really true that this house is haunting?”The question came from the smallest granddaughter.Maybe seven years old.With much too big glasses and a face expression that clearly showed that theyhoped the answer would be yes.In the living room it was immediately quiet.Not because the question was surprising.It's because she always came.Every generation she set.Earlier or later.Aren leaned back in his old armchair and looked at the four children whosat before him.Outside, rain buzzed against the windows.Fire cracked in the fireplace.Perfect story weather.“Well,” Aren said slowly.“This depends on what you see as haunts.”“Ghost!” his grandson called immediately.“Monster!” added the youngest enthusiastic.“Fuck puppets!” another one threw in.“Why do children always want cursed dolls?” Aren murmured.laughter.Then the smallest pointed to the end of the hallway.“Mama says there was a mysterious door before.”Now the adults became aware.In the kitchen someone sto

Nobody touched the key.Not that night.Not immediately.Maybe it was old.Maybe the experience.Or maybe they just learned to look at some things first,before you open it.They used to run.Had doors opened.Secrets tracked.Dangers ignored.Now they stood silently in the hallway and looked at the old iron piece.The wind went through the house.The clock was ticking.And the key hung rainless on the wall.Like he always existed there.“That’s impossible.”Of course Jonas said it first.He always said such things first.Even if they already knew that impossibility in their lives never especiallywas reliable.“Yes,” Mira replied.“But unfortunately it still hangs.”Jonas crossed his arms.“Maybe the grandchildren played a prank.”“Our grandchildren can hardly use a printer,” Kai said dry.“This one definitely overwhelms them.”Elio stepped closer.Be careful.Almost awesome.“The engraving was not there before.”“What engraving?”‘Western.’Silence.The wind tapped slightly against

The door did not open itself. No fools. No supernatural swinging. Nothing like that. She just stood open. A gap wide. Like a long time ago someone decided not to close them completely. And then never again. The wind went through the entrance hall. Enter the smell of salt. From dust. From old wood. And something else. Something hard. Something Aren immediately recognized. It's abandoned.Nobody spoke when they entered. Your steps halled through the building. The floor was full of dust. In some places there were leaves. They were swollen to others. Decades of rain and time had left their mark. And yet the house didn't feel dead. Not like a ruin. Like someone who had been alone for too long.The entrance hall was big. On the walls faded pictures. Children's drawings. Names. Old group photos. Almost all destroyed. From the water. From time. Slow forgetting. Elio stayed in front of a drawing. A house. A tree. Several children. On top of it was written in

No one cried. Nobody ran. No one left. Maybe because they were too old for it. Perhaps because they had learned a long time ago that the sadst things of the World is rarely the most dangerous. So they just stood there. The last window room. And looked at the girl.Clara looked like she wasn't older than 12. Her dress was simple. A little old-fashioned. The dark hair fell on her shoulders. And her eyes... Her eyes were the first thing Aren noticed. Not the pals. Not her appearance. It's the loneliness in it. A loneliness that survived decades.Clara looked at the notebook in his hands. Almost awesome. “I thought it was gone.” Her voice was quiet. Like she's not talking often. “We found it.” Aren held the book a little higher. The girl nodded. Then she smiled carefully. And in this smile there was something that broke all the heart. Hope. A hope that had waited too long.“How long are you here?” Kai asked the question gently. Clara thought. Long. Very lon

The question remained in the room. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just honest.“Do you really live this time?”The children in the hall looked at them. With the same cautious hope. The same fear. The same uncertainty. As if they had asked this question countless times. And never get the answer they needed.Aren felt how his heart came together. Because suddenly he understood something. These children didn't wait for salvation. Not magic. Not for redemption. They waited for reliability. To someone who kept his word.Kai stepped in. Slow down. Easy. As usual.“We stay tonight.”Silence.The children blinked.“Today?” the boy asked with the summer sprouts.Kai nodded.“Today night.”A little girl disappointed the view. Aren immediately noticed it. Of course. Because she was hoping the answer would be different. Forever. Not just for one night.Mira went to the hockey. Slow down. So she was at eye level with the children.“Do you know why we only promise tonight?”The gi