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AMELIA was seated on the cozy couch in her living room, her pregnancy bump beautifully rounded and glowing. Hazel sat beside her, small hands carefully patting and poking at the bump, her eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.
“Baby brother or baby sister, Mommy?” Hazel asked, tilting her head as she examined the swell.
Amelia laughed softly, her hand covering Hazel’s.
“I told you, Hazel, we won’t know until the doctor tells us. But I think it is a little brother. What do you think p>
Hazel frowned, shaking her head.
“Nooo, it is a sister. I just know! Boys are loud, and I don’t want a loud brother. I want a sister to play with me p>
Amelia chuckled and poked Hazel lightly.
“You think I’m going to have a say in this? The baby decides, not you p>
Hazel pouted dramatically.
“But I need a sister! I can’t be the only princess in the house p>
“You will always be my little princess, no matter what,” Amelia reassured her, smiling down at the child. “But let’s be fair. If it is a brother, you will have to help me teach him how to behave, okay p>
Hazel gasped, placing her hand over her mouth.
“I will do it! But if it is a sister… we can have a tea party every day p>
Amelia laughed again, rubbing her belly gently.
“Tea parties, okay. We will see what your sibling wants first p>
The room was filled with laughter and light chatter, their hands moving across the bump, feeling the occasional flutter. Hazel’s excitement was infectious, and Amelia found herself laughing more freely than she had in weeks.
Just as they were settling into another round of guesses, the door opened quietly, and Claire stepped in.
“Good afternoon sis!” she said, a warm smile on her face.
“Claire! Come in, come in!” Amelia said, her hand resting on her bump as she gestured to the couch. Hazel waved enthusiastically.
“Hi, Aunty Claire!” Hazel called, bouncing slightly on the couch.
Claire bent down to Hazel’s level, smiling softly.
“Hey, sweetie. How are you two today p>
“We are deciding if the baby is a brother or a sister,” Hazel said eagerly, pointing at Amelia’s bump. “Mommy thinks it is a brother, but I know it is a sister p>
Amelia laughed and shook her head.
“Hazel, I think you have been watching too many princess cartoons. But Claire, come sit with us. How have you been? How is everything p>
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Claire sat down gingerly, her eyes flicking to Amelia with a hesitant warmth.
“Oh, everything is… good. Busy, of course. But you know me. Always juggling a few things p>
Amelia nodded, smiling.
“That is good to hear. My businesses are going well too. I just launched the new palm resort you know, and the team is doing great. I can’t wait for you to see it someday. You know you weren’t around during the opening,” she
reminded.
“Sounds amazing,” Claire said, trying to keep her voice steady. She glanced at Hazel patting Amelia’s bump, her own hand hovering awkwardly near her chest. “And… you are looking… really good, Amelia. The pregnancy suits you p>
“Thank you!” Amelia replied, beaming. “It has been such a happy journey. Hazel has been the best helper.” She ruffled Hazel’s hair affectionately.
Claire hesitated, glancing at Amelia as if she wanted to say something important but couldn’t find the words. She opened her mouth a few times, then closed it again, a mixture of admiration and nerves flickering across her face.
Amelia noticed, tilting her head curiously.
“Claire, is there something on your mind p>
Claire shook her head quickly, forcing a small laugh.
“Um. No sis, nothing. Just… it is good to see you happy, that is all p>
“Hmm, you sure?” Amelia pressed gently, still smiling but clearly noticing Claire’s unease.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Claire said, nodding, though her eyes betrayed her. There was something she wanted to share, a truth or confession, but the courage wasn’t there. So she stayed silent, watching Amelia and Hazel interact with a bittersweet longing in her gaze.
Hazel, oblivious to the tension, leaned over to Amelia again.
“Mommy, I really think it is a sister. Can we make a crown for her p>
Amelia laughed, touching her bump.
“A crown, huh? We will see, Hazel. We will see about that p>
The afternoon passed gently, filled with laughter, tiny debates over the baby’s gender, and the quiet presence of Claire, who stayed long enough to share smiles and pleasantries but never found the courage to reveal what she had come for.
By the time Claire left, she waved awkwardly, still smiling.
“I will let you two continue. Give my love to the little one,” she said softly, stepping out of the door.
“Will do!” Amelia called after her, then turned back to Hazel. “Okay, let’s get back to the important work, deciding the name, little lady p>
Hazel clapped her hands.
“Yes! I’m going to make sure it is perfect p>
Amelia leaned back, hands on her bump, feeling a surge of happiness as she watched her daughter chatter
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excitedly. In that moment, everything felt light, joyous, and full of life, the small living room echoing with laughter and the soft anticipation of a new arrival.
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Night had settled over the mansion like a heavy velvet curtain. Vivian walked out of the kitchen, her tray of utensils still in hand, heading for the bedroom. The quiet of the house was suddenly broken by a voice behind her.
“Stop right there p>
Vivian froze mid-step, her heart lurching. Slowly, she turned, and her eyes widened in horror. Two masked figures stood in the hallway, guns raised, their postures tense and ready.
Before she could react, a third figure appeared from the shadows. Her presence was chilling, Vivian instantly recognized the aura, the confidence, the poise. She wasn’t masked. It was Adrian’s mistress. Every detail screamed it: the sharpness in her eyes, the way she carried herself, the cruel smirk tugging at her lips.
“You… you?” Vivian whispered, voice trembling.
“Surprised?” the woman purred, her voice cold and cutting. “You really thought you could have him all to yourself, huh? That Adrian could be yours alone p>
Vivian’s heart pounded.
“Why are you here? What do you want p>
The woman’s smirk widened.
“Oh, don’t play dumb. You wanted to have me killed over a man! A mere man! But I guess you didn’t snoop around properly. You didn’t know whom you were dealing with p>
Vivian staggered backward, hands instinctively resting on her belly.
“No… no, you don’t understand. You can’t… you can’t hurt me! I’m… I’m carrying his child p>
“Ha!” the woman laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. She stepped closer, letting her gaze sweep over Vivian’s pregnant form. “Pregnant, huh? How convenient. Too bad, it won’t save you. Why didn’t you think of that, when you plotted against me p>
Vivian’s eyes welled with tears.
“Please… please don’t… please don’t harm my baby, don’t harm me! I beg you! I’m sorry for trying to kill you p>
The woman tilted her head, amused.
“Begging already? How pathetic. Do you really think I came here just to scare you? I could end you right now.” She gestured toward Vivian’s stomach, lightly pressing her gloved hand against it. “And him? Adrian? You will never get to see him again p>
Vivian’s voice broke as she pressed her hands over her belly, crouching slightly.
“No… no! Please… I didn’t take him from you! You don’t understand p>
The woman smirked, circling Vivian like a predator.
“Understand? Oh, I understand perfectly. I understand that you got into my territory. And now… now you need to learn a lesson. You should never disturb my phone again, Vivian. Adrian is for everybody. Everyone. You were just lucky tonight that I’m feeling… merciful p>
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Vivian trembled violently, her voice barely a whisper.
“I… I swear… I will never… I won’t… I will leave him alone p>
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The woman leaned in closer, letting her masked eyes meet Vivian’s, cold and calculating.
“Good. You better remember that. Or next time, mercy won’t be an option p>
With that, she signaled the two masked figures. They backed up, still holding their guns, then slowly retreated toward the hallway. Vivian’s knees shook, and she sank to the floor as the echoes of their footsteps faded.
The mansion was silent again. Vivian sat there, tears streaming, body trembling, and mind racing. Her hands clutched her stomach protectively. Her breaths were ragged, her heart still pounding.
“They are gone… they are gone,” she whispered to herself, though the fear lingered like a heavy fog. “Thank God
Thank God I’m still here p>
Vivian’s mind reeled. Adrian’s mistress… an assassin… guns… threats… she shivered. Her hands stayed on her baby bump, her body soaked in cold sweat. She had survived the night, but the chilling warning hung over her like a shadow, an ominous reminder that nothing was safe, and that some people would go to any lengths for a man.
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Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella’s storytelling style is immersive and addictive—perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.