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Past Six In The Morning
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2026-06-28 23:33:03
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Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Taking Responsibility
I slammed both of my palms flat down onto the glass desk with a violent, thunderous force that rattled the brass pen holders and made Chloe jump a foot in the air, her scream cutting off instantly. I stood up to my full height, my massive frame towering over the desk, the sheer, unbridled rage in my chest taking everything I had to control. I pointed a single, trembling finger directly at her face, my dark eyes boring into hers with a lethal promise. "That is the last time," I growled, my voice vibrating with the raw, protective instinct of a father pushed to his absolute limit, "that I will ever, ever hear you say such things about my daughter. Do you understand me? Leena is family. She is my daughter. She is a Rider. And if you ever breathe a single syllable of that toxic trash near her again, losing your bedroom at my house will be the absolute least of your concerns." Chloe swallowed hard, the arrogance draining from her face as she realized she had crossed a line I would nev
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Not Anymore Spoilt Little Sister
[Tyler's POV] "Miss Rider, please! You can't just walk in here without an appointment! Mr. Rider is busy." I could hear my secretary, Evelyn, shouting from behind my door. I didn't lift my head from the legal briefs spread across my desk immediately. I took a slow, deliberate breath, closing my eyes for a single second to brace myself. The moment I caught the sharp, aggressive scent of Chloe’s expensive French perfume, I already knew exactly what had transpired. Sarah had gone to the house like she said she would, and the storm had officially made land fall. I raised my eyes, resting my elbows on the polished glass surface of my desk, and gave Evelyn a calm, reassuring nod. "It’s alright, Evelyn. Leave us alone. Close the doors behind you and clear my schedule for the next thirty minutes." Evelyn looked immensely relieved, nodding hurriedly before retreating and pulling the heavy doors shut with a soft, decisive click. The silence that followed was thick, suffocating, and vibrati
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Don't Play Stupid Games
"Keep your mouth shut, and put those hands back down" I commanded, my voice dropping into an icy, authoritative tone that completely cut her off. I pointed a firm finger at her, my blue eyes locking onto hers with a fierce intensity that made her stumble back a half-step. "I am not done speaking. You will keep your mouth shut and your ears open, Chloe, because I am only going to say this to you once, and I have absolutely no intention of repeating myself." She stared at me, shocked into a stunned, trembling silence. "I can take whatever pathetic, childish shit you throw at me," I continued, stepping into her face, my voice vibrating with rage. "I have the skin for it. But the one thing I will absolutely never tolerate under any circumstances is a thirty-one year old woman putting her psychological aggression on a nine-year old child." Chloe’s eyes flickered with a sudden, defensive panic. "What... what is that supposed to mean?" "Don't play stupid with me," I snapped. "We kno
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly A Little Face To Face
[SARAH’S POV] The morning sun was still brutally sharp, as I pulled my sedan up the paved driveway of Tyler’s house. I came here with a very specific reason. I had given Tyler my word that I would handle Chloe, and after reading Norman’s ready-to-publish article last night, I knew I had to do it quickly. When I stepped through the front door, the house was remarkably quiet. Tyler’s head chef, a lovely woman named Tiffany, greeted me at the foyer with a surprised but respectful nod. She informed me that Chloe wasn't currently in the house, having gone out early for some appointment. Instead of turning around and leaving, I decided to wait. And while I waited, a familiar, maternal instinct took over. Tyler’s life was a chaotic storm of corporate pressure right now, and Leena was caught in the crossfire of a school week. On my way over, I had stopped at a local organic market, filling the trunk of my car with fresh produce. "Tiffany," I said, rolling up the sleeves of my silk blous
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly You've Got a Mail
[SARAH’S POV] We had made a turn, dropping Maya off at her house. Tyler had decided to take Leena and head straight back to the city to get her settled before the school week began, which left me, Caleb, and Rosa to return to the estate. By the time we got home, the afternoon sun was beginning to dip, casting long, amber shadows across the manicured lawns. I walked into the grand guest room, kicked off my designer flats with relief, and collapsed into one of the plush, oversized armchairs. Caleb had already bolted up the winding stairs to his room. Maya was already waiting for us in the kitchen. She walked into the sunroom carrying a tray with a fresh pitcher of iced green tea, her sharp eyes scanning my face the second she crossed the threshold. "Welcome back, travelers," Maya said, setting the tray down on the glass coffee table with a soft click. "So, tell me everything. How did the weekend getaway go? I expect full details. And next time, you better take me along. The text
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Finally Getting Some Action
Beside me, Tyler sat in a crisp white polo shirt, looking exceptionally handsome, though there was a subtle, dangerous tension in the way his broad shoulders shifted every time our eyes inadvertently met. We were trying to behave completely normal around the children. But the air between us felt charged with the lingering, electric memory of our bodies pressed against the stone pillar under the moonlight.To make matters worse, Rosa sat directly across from us, looking thoroughly rested, holding a teacup and letting her sharp, analytical gaze drift from my face to Tyler’s like a seasoned detective trying to decode a high-profile crime scene. A tiny, entirely too-knowing smirk played on her lips."So, Tyler," Rosa began, her voice smoothly cutting through the sound of Caleb and Leena arguing over the last blueberry pancake. "How did you sleep last night? The resort beds are supposed to be top-tier, aren't they?"Tyler swallowed a bite of his omelet, nodding with a controlled, masculine
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