All Chapters of Pregnant by Her Best Friend Brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The next day at the office was unbearably awkward. Victoria kept her head down, focused on her tasks, but her mind was a storm of regret. What have I done? she cursed herself inwardly, replaying the kiss with Lucas over and over. How could I let that happen? She felt guilty, confused, and ashamed. Lucas, on the other hand, acted completely normal — professional, kind, and warm as always — which somehow made her feel even worse.When Alexander walked into the office later that morning, Victoria didn’t even glance in his direction. She ignored him completely, the memory of his cruel words from the previous night still burning in her ears. Every insult he had thrown at Lucas about her echoed painfully.As the workday ended, she gathered her things quickly, eager to leave. In her haste near the elevator, her heel caught on the edge of a rug. She stumbled forward with a small gasp.Strong arms caught her before she could hit the floor.Alexander held her steady, his hands firm on her waist

Victoria lay curled on the cold, hard floor of the small, windowless room, her entire body trembling with pain. Every breath hurt. Her cheek throbbed where Grandpa had slapped her, and her stomach burned from the kick he had delivered without mercy. She kept both arms wrapped tightly around her belly, whispering brokenly to the child inside. "AGHHHHH!!" The screams came from somewhere deep in her chest. she was in excruciating pain.“Please… hold on. Mommy’s here. I won’t let him hurt you.”Tears streamed silently down her face, mixing with the blood from her split lip. The room smelled of dust and old wood. There was no bed, no chair — just bare floors and four walls meant to break people. This was not the first time Luther Morgan had thrown her in here. But this time felt different. This time, he knew about the baby.Hours passed. Or maybe minutes. Time lost meaning in the darkness.The door suddenly slammed open. Luther stood there like a demon, silhouetted by the harsh hallway lig

Lucas stood frozen outside the operating room doors, his back pressed against the cold hospital wall. The sterile white lights above him felt blinding. Every second stretched into eternity. Victoria had been rushed inside nearly forty minutes ago, her face ashen, body limp from the brutal beating she had suffered at her grandfather’s hands. He could still see the bruises blooming across her cheek, the blood on her torn clothes, the way she had curled desperately around her stomach as if trying to shield the child inside.His hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides. Blood — her blood — still stained his shirt sleeves. He hadn’t washed it off. He couldn’t. The guilt and rage boiled inside him like acid.How did it come to this? he thought bitterly. She was just trying to survive.The sound of heavy, frantic footsteps echoed from the far end of the corridor. Lucas’s head snapped up. Alexander stormed around the corner like a wild animal, eyes bloodshot, hair disheveled, shirt h

Alexander’s penthouse was a war zone of broken glass and empty bottles. Shattered whiskey decanters littered the floor. The expensive leather couch had a fist-sized hole in it. Blood from his still-bleeding knuckles had dried on the walls where he had punched them repeatedly.He sat on the floor in the middle of the chaos, back against the sofa, a half-empty bottle of vodka dangling from his fingers. His eyes were bloodshot, hair a mess, his shirt unbuttoned and stained. He hadn’t slept in two days.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it — Victoria in that hospital bed, bruised and broken, crying in Lucas’s arms. The image of her hand protectively over her stomach.He took another long swig, the alcohol burning down his throat but doing nothing to numb the pain.The doorbell rang insistently. He ignored it. It rang again. Then pounding started.“Alexander! Open the damn door!” Emily’s voice shouted from outside.He didn’t move. A few moments later, he heard the sound of a key turnin

Alexander was pacing like a caged animal in the destroyed living room, eyes wild with obsession and pain. Shattered glass crunched under his shoes with every step. The old letters from Victoria were scattered around him like fallen leaves.“If the child is gone,” he muttered darkly, voice low and dangerous, “then nothing will hold her back from me. She’ll have no reason to stay with Lucas. I’ll take her back. I’ll lock her in this house if I have to. She belongs to me. No one else gets to have her.”Emily stood a few feet away, her face pale with horror. “Alexander… you’re losing your mind. Stop talking like this!”He didn’t hear her. He grabbed another bottle from the counter, twisting the cap off with violent force. “Lucas thinks he can have her? Thinks he can raise her child? I’ll destroy him. I’ll destroy anyone who stands between us. She loved me once. She’ll love me again. I just need that child out of the picture—”“Alexander, enough!” Emily screamed, stepping forward and snatc