(109 Chapter 109 Pregnancy Bombshell
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The tea was chamomile and honey, but it tasted like ash in my mouth. Stella burst through the office doors, her face pale with worry.
“You’re completely deranged,” Liam snarled, his hand reaching back to keep me close. “Stay away from my girlfriend, Clairemont. I’m warning you.”
“Vera, look at me. Are you alright?” His eyes were wild with fear and something else I couldn’t identify.
The world tilted sideways. Liam’s sharp intake of breath seemed to come from very away, and suddenly I couldn’t feel my legs. The parking garage became a tunnel of echoing voices and shifting shadows as my vision blurred at the edges.
“Well, well, if it isn’t my future husband with his little office whore.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you really shouldn’t treat the mother of your child so harshly.”
far
“I called Lyra and Lisa. They’re on their way,” she said, immediately coming to my other side. “Matthew, Hazel, you’re ice cold.
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“Oh, darling, is that any way to speak to your bride–to–be?” Her voice dripped false sweetness that made my skin crawl. “Daddy’s on the board, remember? I simply borrowed his access card. Amazing how easily I can get to you when I really want to.” Strong arms caught me before I hit the concrete, lifting me against a familiar chest. I heard Liam’s voice, tight with panic, calling my name, but it sounded like he was underwater. Everything became fragments after that the elevator’s metallic hum, fluorescent office lights, the soft leather of Liam’s couch.
The intimate promise in his voice sent heat spiraling through me, but before I could respond, a sickeningly familiar voice cut through the underground quiet like nails on glass.
The parking garage fell silent except for the distant hum of fluorescent lights. Liam went completely still beside me.
“Liam, what she said…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. The words stuck in my throat like
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broken glass.
“You’re out of your goddamn mind,” he said slowly, each word precise and deadly would never, ever have a child with you?
Something cold and premonitory settled in my stomach. This wasn’t just another one of her dramatic scenes. There was triumph in her eyes, a certainty that made my blood turn to ice.
My happiness felt almost too good to be true. Liam worshipped Leo like the son he never had, my friends had embraced our relationship with enthusiasm, and professionally I was exactly where I had always dreamed of being. Even Clairemont’s persistent attempts to corner me around the office had been thwarted by Caleb’s watchful presence.
“What happened? Where’s Liam?” The words came out broken, punctuated by tears I couldn’t seem to stop. “Owen, what’s happening to me?”
“Funny thing about that night you were so drunk you could barely stand,” Clairemont purred, producing a folded paper from her designer purse with theatrical flair. “Turns out our little encounter was more productive than either of us realized. Congratulations, daddy. You’re going to be a father.”
“Get the hell out of here right now,” Liam commanded, pulling out his phone. “Hazel, call security. I want this lunatic removed from the premises immediately.”
Friday evening found us walking toward the executive parking garage, both exhausted from another demanding week but already planning our evening. Chinese takeout, animated movies with Leo, and probably falling asleep on my couch while Liam’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin.
Most nights found us tangled together in my bed, and weekends were spent at his penthouse where Leo would join us for elaborate breakfasts and movie marathons. The domesticity of it all should have terrified me, but instead it felt like coming home to a life I never dared imagine for myself.
My hands shook as I fumbled for my phone, but Clairemont’s next words stopped me
cold.
“What the hell are you doing here, you psychotic woman? How did you even get past security?” Liam’s voice carried a dangerous edge that made me shiver.
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Hazel’s POV
Clairemont stepped out from behind a concrete pillar like some designer–clad predator, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. My stomach dropped to my feet ast Liam immediately moved to shield me with his body.
She held out what looked like a medical document, her smile victorious and cruel. “I’m pregnant, Liam. With your heir.”
rattled against my teeth as
I couldn’t stop shaking. The tea cup I tried to drink, but the tears kept coming in waves that left me gasping. Then Liam exploded back into the room like a man possessed, dropping to his knees in front of me and taking my face in his hands.
“I’m thinking we skip the fortune cookies tonight,” Liam murmured against my ear as we approached his car, his hand warm and possessive on the small of my back. “I already know my future.”
“Give us a minute,” Liam said tersely to Owen and Stella, never taking his eyes off me.
me, Hazel. Once we were alone, he gripped my hands like a lifeline. “Listen to Whatever she claims, it changes nothing between us. Damian’s taking her to get tested at a lab I trust. We’ll have results within the hour, and I guarantee you she’s lying.”
“Liam’s handling the situation. He’ll be back soon,” Owen assured me, rubbing soothing circles on my back. “Just breathe, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be okay.”
The casual way she invaded his space, his workplace, our sanctuary, made rage build in my chest like a living thing.
“You say that now,” I whispered, touching his cheek with trembling fingers. “But we both know it’s not that simple.”
I searched his face, seeing fear behind the determination. This was his deepest desire – to be a father. And despite everything, Liam was fundamentally a good man who would never abandon his responsibilities.
“Your girlfriend?” Clairemont’s laugh was like breaking glass. “Oh, honey, I don’t think she’ll be holding that title much longer.”
won’t
His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking beneath the surface. “If she’s pregnant. If the child is mine. Then yes, I’ll take responsibility for the child. But not for her, Hazel. She trap me into marriage because of a pregnancy.”
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The past fifteen days had flown by like a dream I never wanted to wake from. My return to Sterling Collective had been seamless, with audit monitoring keeping me busy and fulfilled. Liam and I had settled into a rhythm that made my heart race every morning when I woke up beside him. True to his word, he had claimed me on that mahogany desk of his more times than I could count, pressed me against the floor–to–ceiling windows of his office while the city sprawled beneath us, and made me forget my own name on that leather couch where we first crossed the line from professional to personal.
“Drink this, Hazel. It’ll help,” Owen said gently, his usual humor replaced by genuine
concern.
When awareness finally returned, I was back in his office with Owen sitting beside me. pressing a warm cup into my trembling hands.
“But what if she’s not?” The question tore out of me like a physical wound. “Liam, if she’s pregnant with your child, everything changes. You know it does.”
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