All Chapters of IN BED WITH THE FATHER: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Congratulations, Miss Renata Castell, you are two weeks pregnant,” the doctor beamed with a smile as she handed the paper over to me.She stared at her blankly, but received the paper, refusing to believe that she was pregnant and she knew who had the baby.“Th… thank you.” Renata stuttered, finally glancing at the paper in her hand.She left the hospital with mixed feelings. She pondered on some questions which bothered her.How was she pregnant this whole time and she didn’t realize it?It had to take a lady from the store to notice it, because if she had not mentioned it, she wouldn’t have taken the pregnancy test.Renata headed straight home with the thoughts about her pregnancy all over the place. She knew she had only one option, which was to abort the baby.She was never going to birth a child for man who cleaned up the murder of her parents so that his ex-wife and son would live a normal life while she struggled with inferiority complex, debts and mental breakdowns which ofte

After Renata turned to leave, the tension in the courthouse hallway didn’t fade, it thickened.Renata’s heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she walked away, her spine stiff, her chest rising and falling like she was holding back a storm. Behind her, whispers followed… low, curious, judgmental. She ignored all of it.Domingo didn’t. He stood there for a moment, watching her retreating figure, his jaw tight, his hands curled into fists at his sides. Something had shifted in her. Not just anger, this was deeper… colder and dangerous.Across the hall, Santiago paused mid-step, his gaze lingering on Renata longer than he intended and Constanza noticed.“Don’t,” she muttered under her breath, tightening her grip on his arm.Santiago didn’t respond immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly, calculating, before he finally tore his gaze away.“Let’s go,” he said flatly.The drive to the company was silent, the atmosphere was filled with the tension of unspoken words. He could no

“Let me go!” “Let me down!”Renata continued to kick her legs back and forth, but Domingo was so determined that he paid her no attention.He headed straight to her room. When he got in, he carefully let her on the floor, making sure she was okay before he dashed to the door.He locked the door and dangled the keys in the air.“Now it’s just us. You’ve got to do as I say.” He said, and walked slowly to where she stood with a scowl.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she scoffed.“Well, you my darling will have to sit down and listen to me. Why are you so difficult?”“You think I’ve got nothing to say?”Renata had snapped out of reality as Domingo went on and on trying to convince her to listen to him.All she did was stare at his lips as they moved. Then her eyes traveled to his arms, they had gotten larger and firmer, she couldn’t help but try to remember how he pulled her back last night which prompted her to doze off on his muscled chest.“Are you even listening to anything I’ve been

“Domingo, listen…”The line went dead, and the words never left his mouth.Santiago stared at his phone, which had just betrayed him, the silence on the other end louder than anything Domingo had said. For a moment, he didn’t move, he didn’t even breathe.Then his jaw tightened, he pulled the phone away from his ear, and immediately dialed back.Once… twice… three times. Each call met the same response, an automated voicemail.“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, his grip tightening around the device.“Is everything okay?”Constanza’s voice came from behind him, calm, measured, but sharp enough to cut through whatever storm he was trying to contain.Santiago turned slightly, his expression already rearranging itself before she could read too much into it. A faint smile tugged at his lips, one he didn’t feel.“I’m fine,” he said.But his hand betrayed him, the phone trembled slightly between his fingers.Constanza noticed of course she did, she noticed every damn thing going on around

Renata stepped out of the doctor’s office with the envelope still clutched tightly in her hand.The hallway smelled faintly of antiseptic and some reassurance that everything would be fine, the kind that she had felt before as a young child who had lost her parents. But her mind wasn’t on any of that. It was somewhere else, half on the words the doctor had just said, half on the man who had been waiting for her.Her eyes immediately went to the chair where Domingo had been sitting just minutes ago.But it was empty, she slowed her steps, her brows pulling together in confusion.“Domingo?” she called softly, glancing around.There was no response, she had her gaze lingering on any man who looked like him.Slowly, her gaze shifted toward the exit, and that was when she saw him.He was standing outside, just beyond the glass doors, his back partially turned, phone pressed to his ear.Even from where she stood, she could tell something wasn’t right.