All Chapters of The Heir in My Womb: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Everything... Every detail... Screamed wealth. Groups of businessmen were scattered throughout the grounds, exchanging quiet, confident conversations, while the women glittered in gowns bearing the names of the world’s most prestigious fashion houses. Asia felt as though she belonged to another world. She lowered her head slightly as she walked carefully in the high heels she had never been accustomed to wearing. Her steps were hesitant... And her heart even more so. She stood in a distant corner, trying to make herself invisible. And from there... She saw him. Mazen stood among a group of businessmen, speaking with confidence and composure. He wore an impeccably tailored black suit that added to his imposing presence and dignity. And beside him... Was Reem. She wore a long black dress with fitted sleeves that fell elegantly around her figure. Her hand was wrapped around his arm, her confident smile making it seem as though she were announcing to everyone that she was t

When the dance ended, Asia gently slipped her hand from Mazen’s and whispered a quiet apology before withdrawing from the crowd. She felt as though dozens of eyes were following her. Or perhaps she was only imagining it. Whenever she passed a group of women, she imagined their whispers dying down the moment she walked by, only to resume once she had moved away. Questioning looks seemed to surround her from every direction, as though everyone was asking the same question... Who was she? What was her relationship with the owner of this mansion? And why had he danced with her? She lowered her head in discomfort and quickened her steps until she moved away from the lights and music, heading toward the far end of the garden, where the large swimming pool lay hidden among the trees and ornamental plants. There... There was nothing but the gentle sound of running water and the cool night breeze. She stopped before the still surface of the pool, staring at her trembling reflection

At one point, Asia stirred in her sleep, instinctively searching for something to lean against. Her fingers brushed his arm. Then they curled around it unconsciously, like a child searching for safety. He looked down at her small hand wrapped around his arm. He remained completely still. He didn’t try to pull away. Instead, he rested his back against the edge of the bed so he wouldn’t wake her. And he continued watching her peaceful features. Little by little... His eyelids grew heavy. And with her small hand still wrapped around his arm... Sleep finally overcame him. He rested his head against the edge of the bed, his hand still enclosed in hers... And fell asleep beside her. ❈-❈-❈ With the first hint of dawn, sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains and spilled quietly across the bedroom floor, in stark contrast to the storm that was about to tear her world apart. Asia slowly opened her eyes. A heaviness weighed on her head, while her body stil

She repeated herself without a change in her expression. “Get out of my room.” He shook his head calmly. “I’m not leaving you while you’re in this state.” She smiled... But it was a wounded smile. Faint and broken. Then she slowly stood. Her steps were heavy, as though she were carrying an entire lifetime on her shoulders. She walked to the wardrobe and yanked it open with a force he had never seen from her before. She began pulling out clothes one after another. She threw them onto the bed. Then onto the floor. She went back to searching through the drawers in a frantic motion, not even knowing what she was trying to take. “Then I’ll leave.” Mazen stood up quickly. He approached her, watching her trembling hands. “What are you doing?” She didn’t answer. She continued scattering everything around her. Some of the clothes fell at her feet, but she didn’t care. He moved closer and gently took hold of her wrist. Her entire body jerked. She violently tore her hand

With great difficulty, Salma managed to convince Asia to leave the room for a little while. She had found her only minutes earlier kneeling in front of the wardrobe, stuffing her clothes haphazardly into a small bag. She had made up her mind to leave without telling anyone where she intended to go. She could no longer bear staying inside that mansion. She couldn’t even bear breathing within its walls. They walked together toward the back garden, where the air was cleaner and the dense trees blocked out some of the noise of the outside world. Salma looked around in confusion, then frowned. “Where are the servants? I haven’t seen a single one since I entered the mansion.” Asia shrugged absentmindedly. “I don’t know.” She had changed her clothes a little while earlier with Salma’s help, settling for a simple cotton dress. She had tied her hair back carelessly, making her pale face look even more exhausted. She sat on a stone bench, staring at the still trees. But inside her...