Todos os capítulos de Pregnant For My Best Friend's Rival : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Katherine's POV"I'm sorry," I said, my voice trembling. "I don't—I don't know you."He laughed, the sound harsh and ugly. "You don't remember me? After what you did?"I stared at him, my mind racing, searching for any flicker of recognition. But his face was a blank—a stranger's face, scarred and weathered, with cold eyes that bore into me like knives."Let me jog your memory." He leaned closer, his breath hot and rank. "Victor Vaughan. Does that name ring a bell?"Victor Vaughan. The name echoed in my mind, hollow and unfamiliar. I shook my head slowly. "I'm sorry. I think you've mistaken me for someone else.""Have I?" His smile was cruel, knowing. "What about The Crimson Lounge? Does that ring a bell?"My blood ran cold.The Crimson Lounge. A seedy club on the other side of town, darker and more dangerous than the Velvet Room. I'd worked there for two weeks, desperate for money, willing to do anything to keep my grandmother alive.And Victor—Victor had been a regular. A big man wi

Katherine's POVI woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains and the warmth of Mikel's arms wrapped around me. For a moment, I lay still, simply savoring the feeling of being held, of being safe, of being loved.The memories of the previous night washed over me, and I felt a smile spread across my face. The way he'd looked at me, the way he'd touched me, the way he'd whispered my name like it was the most precious word in the world. We had made love, and I had enjoyed every single moment of it.It wasn't just physical—it was emotional, spiritual, a connection that went deeper than anything I'd ever experienced. In those moments, all the fear, all the doubt, all the pain of the past few days had melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of belonging.I turned in his arms, my eyes tracing the lines of his face. He was still asleep, his expression peaceful, his dark lashes resting against his cheeks. He looked younger in sleep, softer, the weight of the wo

Jason's POVThe cemetery was peaceful, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the manicured lawns. I walked beside Olivia, my heart pounding, my hands trembling. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of years of avoidance pressing down on me.I hadn't been here in years. I'd told myself I was too busy, too focused on building the empire he'd left behind. But the truth was far simpler—and far more painful. I hadn't been able to face it. I hadn't been able to face the reality of his death.And now, here I was. Finally.Olivia's hand found mine, her grip warm and reassuring. "It's okay," she said softly. "I'm right here."I nodded, not trusting my voice.And then I saw it. My father's grave.The headstone was weathered but well-maintained, the inscription still clear. Johnathan Richmond. Beloved Husband and Father. Always in Our Hearts.I stopped, my breath catching in my throat. The tears I'd been holding back finally spilled over, hot and unstoppable. Years of grief,

Jason's POVI threw myself into my work with a fervor I hadn't felt in years.The Richmond Industries offices were quiet at night, the fluorescent lights casting a cold glow across the empty cubicles. I sat in my office, surrounded by stacks of financial reports, my eyes burning with exhaustion. I'd been at it for hours, sifting through years of records, searching for something—anything—that could help me turn things around.And then I found it.A discrepancy in the financial records from six years ago. A series of transactions that didn't add up, payments that had been made to an offshore account, documents that had been flagged and then quietly buried.I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. What was this? Who had been behind it?I dug deeper, my fingers flying across the keyboard. The trail led me to a subsidiary of Richmond Industries that had been dissolved shortly after my father's death. The subsidiary had been involved in a joint venture with another company.O'Connor Globa

Brenda's POVI took a sip of champagne, the bubbles dancing on my tongue, and let my mind drift back to earlier that evening.Jason had finally agreed to see me. After weeks of avoiding my calls, after months of pushing me away, he'd finally said yes. We'd met at a quiet restaurant, the kind of place where the lighting was low and the conversations were intimate.And for a few beautiful hours, it had felt like old times.He'd been tired, distracted, his mind clearly elsewhere. But he'd listened when I spoke. He'd smiled when I made him laugh. And when I'd reached across the table to touch his hand, he hadn't pulled away."You've been through so much," I'd said softly, my fingers brushing against his. "I know I haven't always been... the easiest person to deal with. But I want you to know that I'm here for you. I've always been here for you."He'd looked at me then, really looked at me, and for a moment, I'd seen something fl