All Chapters of THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Dr. Valentina. I have been trying to bury the events of that day, but I knew this day was going to come. I just didn't think it would be this soon. The second I hang up with Kumba, the second the silence settles too heavily in my office, my mind does what I have been forcing it not to do for weeks, to go back to that specific day.The day everything was supposed to be a normal routine I had done it a million times, it was the easiest procedure, very predictable except it wasn't like the others. I lean back in my chair, closing my eyes slowly, letting the memory come whether I want it to or not.I remember seeing the file on my desk, which was not unusual at all, it was supposed to be another patient, another name. I remember reaching for it, flipping it open absentmindedly, already thinking about the next appointment, the next case, the next, that's what happens when you have been working my job for years. And then I saw it, her name, the name that haunted my darkest secrets, Mor

Dr. Valentina By the time Kumba arrives, I have already gone over the files three times, not because there is anything new to find but because I need to be sure.I go through everything, the names, the time stamps, the signatures, everything in my head and none of it feels that way anymore.The knock comes once and I already know who it was“Come in,” I say.The door opens, and there he is, he doesn’t greet me or waste his time with formalities, he walks in like he owns the space, his presence filling the room instantly, his expression hard and unreadable.“What’s going on?” he asks going straight for it. I exhale slowly, setting the file down in front of me.“Moraa was here,” I say and notice his jaw tightens at the mention of her name.“When?”“Earlier today.”He steps further into the room, his gaze locking onto mine.“And? What did she want?”“She was asking questions,” I continue. “About the insemination.”There is a pause before he speaks again, but he seems a bit confused now

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

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

Diane Pain wakes me up first, it's not sharp unbearable pain, it's just uncomfortable. A dull, steady throb that settles behind my eyes and stretches down the side of my face like a reminder that something happened.I inhale slowly, taking in the fresh clean air. My eyes flutter open, the light above me too bright at first, forcing me to squint. The ceiling is unfamiliar, white and endless, and for a moment I just lie there, trying to piece together how I got here.My head feels heavy and my body too slow.I lift a hand instinctively, wincing slightly as my fingers brush against something rough.“What? Where am I?” My voice comes out dry and weaker than I expect. “What’s going on?”A figure moves into my line of sight that's when I see clearly, she is wearing the nurse uniform which means she must be one, she looks young but very professional.“Good, you are awake,” she says gently, offering a small reassuring smile. “That’s good, you gave us quite a scare there miss Diane.”I blin