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Run Sarah! Run!
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2026-05-22 18:47:27
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Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Beat You To Your Game
Leena’s jaw dropped slightly. She turned her head toward Norman, her massive, soulful eyes scanning his features as if she were truly seeing him for the very first time. The innocent, profound weight of a child’s gaze hit Norman like a blow. He flinched slightly, his shoulders tightening as he stared back at her, a look of profound, agonizing uneasiness washing over his face. Tyler and I exchanged a long, heavy look over the table. Tyler’s eyes carried a grim, satisfied darkness. He was watching his enemy shake under the innocent weight of the very child he had tried to exploit. "Go ahead, Norman," I urged softly, my tone dripping with a quiet, lethal sarcasm that only the adults could fully decode. "Don't be shy. You told me yourself how desperate you were to finally meet Leena. Here she is. Say hello." Norman swallowed hard, his throat clicking loudly in the quiet space. He cleared his throat twice, trying desperately to find his professional voice, but when he spoke, it was a
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Cornering The Predator
[SARAH’S POV] Norman sat across from me, looking entirely too smug for a man whose about to be beaten to his game. He had adjusted his cuffs twice since sitting down. He picked up his crystal tumbler of scotch, swirling the amber liquid until the ice clinked sharply against the glass. "So, Sarah," he began, his voice carrying that familiar, oily cadence of a journalist who thought he held the moral high ground. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the edge of the table. "I have to admit, I was not expecting you inviting me to lunch. I feel like this is going to be good. As a mother yourself, you do understand it's evil to keep a child away from their real parents." I didn't answer right away. I took a slow, deliberate sip of my sparkling water, letting the silence stretch out between us until the smirk on his face faltered, just a fraction. I wanted him to feel the weight of the room. I wanted him to wonder what my next move would be. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Norman
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Master Planner
We both shared another quiet, lingering chuckle. But as the laughter subsided, the air between us suddenly shifted, turning thick, heavy, and intensely electric. The casual, domestic comfort of the kitchen faded, replaced instantly by the raw, primitive hunger that we had unleashed on the resort terrace just twenty-four hours ago.I didn't want her to leave. I didn't want to go back to an empty bed. "But If you're leaving soon..." I murmured, my voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register that left absolutely no doubt about my intentions. I reached across the marble counter, my long fingers sliding gently around the curve of her waist, pulling her an inch closer. "Then I'm suddenly not very hungry for food."Sarah looked up at me, her breath hitching slightly as she saw the dark, predatory heat flared deep in my eyes. She didn't pull away from my touch, but her hand came up to rest firmly against my chest, her fingers digging lightly into my shirt. "Tyler," she whispered, her v
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Back Home To Peace
[Tyler's POV]It was past seven in the evening when I stepped into the main living pavilion, the rich, deeply comforting aroma of coconut curry, garlic, and toasted spices immediately enveloped me. But it wasn't just the scent of the food that caught my breath, it was the woman standing near the kitchen island. Sarah had changed out of her sharp corporate blouse. She was wearing a pair of simple, soft denim jeans and a fitted white cotton tee, her hair pulled back into a loose, messy bun with a few stray dark curls framing her face. She was carefully wiping down the marble counter with a dish towel, looking completely at peace in the warm ambient lighting of the kitchen. A sudden, sharp pang of nostalgia struck me squarely in the chest. It looked exactly like old times, back when I would return from a hard day at the production house or the office, and she would be right there, creating a sanctuary out of thin air. A heavy wave of regret washed over me as I realized, with brutal c
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
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