บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant with the Devil's Heir: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Lucian... stared at the envelope bearing Aria's name. For several seconds, I couldn't bring myself to open it. Something about the handwriting felt familiar. Not because I had seen it recently. Because I had seen it as a child. I carefully unfolded the brittle paper inside. The moment I saw the handwriting, my chest tightened. It belonged to my mother. My fingers trembled. "That's my mother's handwriting," I whispered. Lucas stepped closer, but I raised my hand. "Give me a moment." I began reading. My dearest friend, I don't know what the future will bring for either of us, but there is one dream I have carried in my heart for years. I want our children to marry one day. Not because of business. Not because of family names. Not because of money or power. I want them to choose each other freely. I want our children to have the life we were never allowed to have. We have spent too many years surrounded by people who believe wealth gives them the ri

lucian POV....I had been so consumed by the questions surrounding my mother, Aroma, and Damien Voss that I had forgotten about the person sitting at the center of everything—Aria.Not because I didn't care.Perhaps that was the problem.For so long, I had trained myself not to care about her feelings. I had convinced myself that she was simply Romano's daughter, another piece on a board I had been playing on for years. I had insulted her, humiliated her, controlled her choices, and deliberately made her feel small because I wanted her father to suffer.I had called it revenge.I had called it justice.But sitting alone in my mother's old room, reading the letter she had written to Aroma about wanting our children to escape this poisonous world, I had finally understood how cruel my own actions looked.My mother had wished for Lucian and Aria to find happiness.Instead, I had brought the very darkness she had wanted them to escape.By the time I reached Aria's room, it was late evenin

Aria's POV..I couldn't breathe.The photograph was still open on Lucian's phone, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the woman sitting beside that window.Her face was older than the one I remembered from childhood photographs, but I knew her.A daughter doesn't forget her mother's face."She's alive," I whispered.Lucian didn't answer immediately.His expression had hardened, but I could see the shock underneath it."Aria, we don't know if the photograph is recent.""That's my mother.""I know.""She's alive."This time, his voice softened."Then we'll find her."Lucas stepped forward. "Sir, the location is outside the city. We can have the team there within twenty minutes."I shook my head."No."Both men looked at me."The message said to come alone."Lucian's expression immediately changed."Absolutely not.""But—""No."His voice was firm."Whoever sent that message wants you isolated. I'm not letting you walk into a trap."I looked at him."Then what are we going to do?""We'

Damien Voss's POV...I had read Aroma's letter so many times that I could remember every word without looking at the page.I lied to you.Those four words had destroyed everything I thought I knew.For years, I had believed my daughter was dead.Aroma had made me believe that Victor discovered our baby wasn't his biological child and killed that unborn baby.I had mourned him/her.I had hated Victor for him or her death.I had spent years carrying the guilt of not being there to protect my own child.But Aroma's letter had finally revealed the truth.Aria was alive.Victor had never killed our babyAnd the truth that had nearly brought me to my knees was even bigger.Aria was my biological daughter.My daughter.The little child I had been searching for all those years.The child I had mourned.The child I thought I had lost forever.She had been alive all along.And now she was standing right in front of me.Aroma's final words echoed in my mind.She needs you now.More than she eve

Aria's POV..I stared at the message on my phone until the words began to blur.You finally know who your father is.My fingers tightened around the phone.A second message appeared.Now ask your mother what happened to Lucian's family.My heart sank.I slowly lifted my eyes.My mother was staring at me, her face pale."Mom?"She didn't answer."Why would someone ask me about Lucian's family?"Before she could respond, I heard footsteps behind me.I turned.Lucian was standing near the doorway.He had clearly heard everything.He didn't ask a single question.He didn't react.He simply walked into the room and stood beside the door, his arms relaxed at his sides.But his face...There was something terrifying in his eyes.A cold, murderous expression had settled over his features.He looked at the phone in my hand.Then at my mother.Then at Damien.He said nothing.He simply listened.My mother took a shaky breath."Aria, there are things I promised never to speak about.""To whom?"