บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant by Her Best Friend Brother : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Vanessa stood before the ornate full-length mirror in her lavish bedroom, carefully adjusting the straps of her sleek evening dress. The deep emerald fabric hugged her curves, shimmering under the soft chandelier light as she prepared for the dinner. The door clicked open behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Win.He approached slowly, his footsteps deliberate on the thick carpet. His eyes traced her reflection with dark hunger. “Dressing up again,” he murmured, voice low and edged with something dangerous. He stopped right behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body. His fingers brushed the zipper at the back of her dress, toying with it.Vanessa met his gaze in the mirror. “Don’t start again, Win. You already know why I’m doing all this.”“Do I?” His hand slid up to rest on her shoulder. “Do you love that man?”“I would never,” she whispered fiercely, trying to turn around. He held her in place, forcing her to keep watching him through the g

---Victoria stood bent over in the moonlit lawn, one hand braced against the rough bark of a tree as she emptied her stomach into the bushes. Her body heaved violently, nothing left but bitter bile. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, chest burning, and muttered curses under her breath.“Why the hell am I in this mess?” she hissed, pressing a palm to her aching chest. “Why did they even call me here? This damn nausea is killing me…”She continued her quiet rant, shoulders shaking, completely unaware that someone had been watching her for several minutes.Alexander stood a short distance away, hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on her slim back as she doubled over again. The elegant line of her spine, the way her poofy dress shifted with every heave — it stirred something protective in him he couldn’t quite name. He approached slowly.“Victoria… are you alright?”She spun around with lightning speed, eyes wide with alarm. She jerked her arm away from his reaching hand and

Their kiss deepened, intense and consuming. Alexander held her tightly against him, one hand at the back of her neck, the other gripping her waist as if afraid she might vanish. For a few blissful seconds, Victoria melted into it — the same fire from the masquerade night roaring back to life.Then reality crashed down on her like ice water.She snapped back and shoved him hard in the chest, breaking the kiss. “What are you doing?!” she hissed, panic flooding her voice. Her heart hammered wildly as she stared at him, lips still tingling.Alexander blinked, confusion etched across his face. The girl in front of him — the way she felt, the way she tasted, that small dimple when she smiled — it all clicked into place.Victoria slid off the counter quickly, nearly stumbling in her haste. “I’m Victoria, not Vanessa! What if someone saw us? Do you know how difficult it would be to explain this? What are you thinking? What is wrong with you?”She looked around frantically, terrified. Grandpa

Vanessa’s heart pounded against her ribs as the car sped down the dark, unfamiliar road, the mansion lights long faded in the rearview mirror. She gripped the edge of her seat, her elegant evening dress now wrinkled and askew from earlier. The ache between her legs from their frantic encounter still lingered, a mocking reminder of how easily she had given in.“Win, turn the car around right now,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Grandpa will kill both of us if he finds out I’m with you. He already suspects something. Please, just drop me back. I’ll make an excuse. I’ll say I felt sick or—”Win’s hands tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. A low, bitter laugh escaped him. “So you could go fuck Alexander and then come tell me you’re still loyal to me? That’s rich, Vanessa.”“It was just one time!” she cried, tears stinging her eyes. “I only love you. You know that. Everything with Alexander is just an act for Grandpa. For the money. I told you this!”The car

Alexander carried Victoria’s limp, blanket-wrapped body into his apartment, water still dripping onto the floor with every step. Her weight felt alarmingly light in his arms, as if she might break at any moment. He laid her gently on his king-sized bed, the same bed where he had woken from that vivid dream barely an hour earlier. Her wet hair fanned across his pillow like dark silk, her pale face stark and vulnerable against the dark sheets. She looked impossibly fragile, almost ethereal under the soft lighting.He had barely caught his breath when the private doctor arrived quickly, thanks to a few urgent late-night calls. The older man examined her thoroughly while she remained unconscious, still cocooned in the thick throw blanket that Alexander had used to shield her naked form. The doctor checked her pulse, listened to her breathing with a stethoscope, and examined her pupils and skin for signs of distress.“What happened exactly?” the doctor asked, his tone professional but conc