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Chapter Eighty Nine

Author: Sammy
last update publish date: 2026-05-29 22:45:05

I realize how exhausted I am until everyone finally leaves the room.

Diane stepped out to speak with hospital security again.

The nurses came and went, the hallway quieted.

And now it’s just me and Gesare again.

Only this time, everything between us feels different.

She’s lying against the pillows quietly, watching me from across the dim hospital room while I stand near the window pretending to check my phone.

Pretending being the important word.

Because I haven’t actually read a single thing i
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  • THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR    Chapter 157

    Kumba.I notice the night is too quiet, or maybe it’s just me, I sit by the pool, a glass in my hand, the ice long melted, the whiskey warm now but I drink it anyway as it burns my throat going down. I need that because my head won’t shut up.The file Ray left earlier is still open on the table beside me, pages slightly bent from how many times I have gone through them.It has names, dates, connections to each other everything I needed which is why I always went to Ray for stuff like this, he was very thorough at his job. I take another sip, leaning back in the chair, my eyes drifting to the water which was still and calm, with a reflection of the sky with the stars and moon. Just like everything else in my life right now.I reach for my laptop again, opening it even though I already know what I’m going to find, or rather what I’m not going to find.Gesare, I type her name again and search, there is barely anything online about her. A few scattered mentions that don’t lead anywhere

  • THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR    Chapter 156

    Kumba. For a moment after she finishes talking, I don’t move, I just sit there, leaning back against the headboard, watching her.Because everything she said lines up but also I don't really know what to say to her, not after everything I accused her of last night. I run a hand over my face, exhaling slowly, my thoughts still tangled up, still refusing to settle into anything solid.l, I know I should say something or say something but before I can form the exact words a loud knock echoes through the room.It's sharp, urgent and aggressive it makes Gesare flinches slightly and I notice that.We both turn toward the door instinctively as another knock follows, harder this time.“What now?” I mutter under my breath, irritation already creeping in.Gesare stands up, hesitating for a second before walking towards the door.“I didn’t order anything else,” she says, more to herself than to me.There is another voice now, Muffled and it sound like she is arguing.“I said you can’t just”Th

  • THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR    Chapter 155

    Kumba.The coffee helps, but not enough to kill the headache completely, my head feels is heavy and all I want to rely do is lie back down, but I can't. I sit there for a while after she corrects me, just watching her. I watch her quietly, studying her in a way I haven’t allowed myself to before. She looks more composed and put together this morning, but there is something underneath that, like she is holding herself together by sheer will.I set my cup down slowly and carefully because I need to do this right, last night I was under the influence of alcohol, I was confused and angry and all I did was accuse her of a bunch of things, today I just wanted to take to her calmly, maybe that will get me the information I needed. I shift slightly, turning towards her and she doesn’t move or look at me at all, she was still keeping her distance. “You can come sit down, I am pretty sure you are tired,” I say quietly, she hesitates for just for a second before she walks towards me and sit

  • THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR    Chapter 154

    Gesare.I didn't sleep at all, I mean how could I even get any sleep with a billionaire passed out on my cheap hotel bed. Maybe for a few minutes here and there I did close my eyes, but nothing that counts.The entire night sits heavy in my chest, replaying over and over again like something my mind refuses to let go of. Every word he said. Every accusation he made before when he came here. But the question that echoed in my mind was him questioning everything I told him about myself, how could he think someone can lie about stuff like that. I close my eyes briefly, pressing my lips together as I sit on the edge of the chair across from the bed, it was the only other furniture in the hotel room.Kumba is still lying on the bed, in the same exact spot where he passed out last night. Half on his side, one arm thrown across the mattress, breathing slow and deep like none of it ever happened.My gaze lingers on him longer than I want it to, taking in the view of his perfect manly body

  • THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR    Chapter 153

    Diane. The hospital corridor feels too bright.I sit there, but I don’t feel like I’m sitting. My body is still, but everything inside me is pacing, spiraling, refusing to settle.The smell of antiseptic clings to the air, sharp and cold, and every now and then a nurse passes by, their footsteps echoing in a way that makes the silence feel even heavier.Beside me is my sonKumba, he is restless.He hasn’t sat down properly since we got here. Even now, he is half standing and half leaning against the wall, his hands running through his hair over and over again like he’s trying to undo something that’s already been done and I watch him for a moment. Then the frustration rises again.“You left her alone,” I say, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the silence.He stills slightly.“Mom”“You left her Kumba ,” I repeat, louder this time, the words fueled by fear more than anger, but they come out harsh anyway. “Alone in your house in her condition.”His jaw tightens.“I told you I

  • THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR    Chapter 152

    Diane.Something isn’t right, I can feel it I just can't explain it.It starts as a small discomfort, the kind you try to ignore because you don’t want to sound dramatic, even to yourself. But as the minutes stretch into hours, that feeling doesn’t fade, It grows.By mid morning, I am pacing around my living room, my phone clutched tightly in my hand.Gesare should have been back by now.She told me she was spending the night at Kumba’s house. I didn’t question it, I knew she was fine but today morning I realized she had forgotten her phone here, and my son has been sending me straight to voice mail all morning. Kumba's son was a few houses down from mine but I also don't want to pop up on them Unnannounced but Kumba knew she was supposed to take her vitamins at exactly ten am and yet he had not brought her back. “She wouldn’t forget herself, she knows she is not supposed to miss even a day,” I murmur to myself, shaking my head. “Not her.”I try calling my son Kumba again and lucki

  • THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR    Chapter Fifty Eight

    Gesare.Everything feels different, not in the way I expected, tense or awkward or overly formal but in a way that’s light, warm, almost effortless. Like something that should have happened a long time ago but somehow didn’t until now.I sit across from Kumba at the dining table, the soft glow from

  • THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR    Chapter Fifty Seven

    Kumba. I don't remember the last time I felt this self aware, aware of time, aware of anticipation, aware of something shifting in a way I can’t quite explain.It’s just before six when I pull up outside my mother's place, the engine still running as I sit there for a second longer than necessary,

  • THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR    Chapter Fifty Six

    Gesare.The morning air is soft against my skin, still carrying that quiet freshness that only exists before the day fully wakes up. It’s just past ten, but the sun hasn’t turned harsh yet. It spills gently over the garden, warming the soil beneath my fingers as I kneel between rows of flowers that

  • THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR    Chapter Fifty five

    MoraaI don’t remember the drive to my mother’s house, one minute I was in Kumba's lap, the air too tight in my lungs, my ears ringing with his words. The next, I was slamming my car door so hard the sound echoed through the quiet neighborhood like something breaking, maybe it was me.My hands were

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