Semua Bab Pregnant by Her Best Friend Brother : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Vanessa Morgan sat hunched on the edge of the stained motel bed, her once-elegant designer dress hanging off one shoulder in tatters. The room smelled of cheap cigarettes, sweat, and despair. Her phone lay on the dirty sheets beside her, the screen still glowing with Win’s latest ultimatum.“If you can't pay, I have other ways to get my money." She had tried everything. Her private accounts were completely drained. The jewelry she attempted to sell in secret had raised too many questions. Grandpa Luther was already watching her like a hawk after her failure to seduce Alexander. She had no allies left. No money. No escape. A soft, broken sob escaped her throat as she hugged her knees to her chest. Her body still ached from the last time Win had used her. How had it come to this? She had been the golden girl of the Morgan family — beautiful, privileged, desired. Now she was reduced to hiding in filthy motels, waiting for her blackmailer to arrive. The door slammed open without warning

Victoria’s apartment had been repaired after the fire, though the faint smell of smoke still lingered in some corners, no matter how many times she aired it out. She sat curled on the couch in an oversized sweater, knees drawn to her chest, staring blankly at the wall. It had been two days since she moved back. She should have felt relieved. Instead, her mind kept drifting back to that strange, vivid dream she’d had in the hospital. Alexander was on his knees beside her bed, holding her hand, kissing her wrist over and over while whispering broken apologies. The way he had looked at her — desperate, guilty, possessive. The way his voice had cracked when he said he would destroy everyone who hurt her. She pressed her palms against her eyes and cursed under her breath. “Stop it,” she whispered to herself. “Stop thinking about him. After everything he said… after everything he did… why the hell are you still thinking about him?” A bitter laugh escaped her. Even after the insults, the

Lucas had been trying to reach Victoria for hours. Her phone was off. She wasn’t at her apartment. The hospital said she had been discharged two days ago. Panic had slowly turned into cold, focused anger when one of his contacts finally gave him a lead — Alexander had been seen near Victoria’s building the previous night. Lucas drove straight to Alexander’s apartment. He didn’t knock. he knew the pass code. Alexander was standing by the window, drink in hand, staring out at the city lights. He didn’t look surprised to see Lucas. “Where is she?” Lucas asked immediately, voice low and dangerous. Alexander took a slow sip of his drink before answering. “She’s safe.” “Safe?” Lucas repeated, stepping closer. “You took her against her will. That’s not safe, Alexander. That’s kidnapping.” Alexander finally turned to face him. His eyes were dark, possessive, and completely unhinged. “She belongs to me,” he said simply. “She and my child. I’m not letting her go back to you.” Lucas sta

Victoria woke up with a sudden wave of nausea. She sat up quickly, pressing a hand over her mouth as her stomach turned. Without making a sound, she slipped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. After a few minutes of dry heaving, the feeling slowly passed. She rinsed her mouth and stared at her pale reflection in the mirror. When she returned to the bedroom, the room was still dark. Alexander was lying on his back, one arm stretched across the space she had left. His breathing was deep and steady. He was still fast asleep. Her eyes immediately went to the nightstand. His phone was right there. Victoria’s heart started pounding violently. This might be her only chance. She moved slowly, carefully climbing back into bed. Her hands were already shaking as she reached across him toward the phone. Just as her fingers brushed the device, Alexander shifted in his sleep. He turned onto his side, facing her. Without meaning to, his hips pressed against her thigh. Victoria froze. She co

The car was filled with a heavy, suffocating silence after Emily’s stunned whisper. “Aunty…?” Sophia turned fully in her seat to look at her. Her face was calm, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in her tired eyes. Emily’s fury came rushing back all at once. “How is this possible?” she demanded, voice sharp and shaking. “We thought you had died! Or that something terrible had happened to you. Victoria—” Her voice cracked. “Victoria would practically vomit and convulse every single time someone mentioned that you were gone. Do you have any idea what your disappearance did to her? It ripped her apart. She never recovered from it. Never.” Victor’s jaw tightened. He kept his eyes on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel. “Stay out of it, Emily,” he said quietly, but there was a warning in his tone. Emily let out a disbelieving laugh. “Stay out of it? She’s my friend. She has suffered so much because of this family, and you want me to just stay out of it? After eve