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Chapter 17

Penulis: J.D Penn
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If I had my way, I'd still be in bed right now, buried under a mountain of fluffy white pillows with the blackout curtains drawn and nothing but overpriced room service on my tray and a murder documentary humming softly in the background.

And for the record, I did order the room service, full English breakfast (fancy, I know), mimosas (plural), half a papaya that came with edible flowers I immediately posted on Instagram.

But lounging all day like a spoiled heiress wasn’t in the cards, because, surprise, I have a job. Even if it involves drinking mimosas for the aesthetic.

Callie, in all her Type-A glory, sent over a schedule so meticulous it practically had footnotes.

She even color-coded it. There’s a little sticky note next to each item with encouraging things like “Smile, bitch!” and “Tag the brand or perish.” Classic Callie.

I take a few quick Instagram stories, complete with a dreamy slow pan of the skyline outside my window and a fake-laugh selfie where I pretend I just happene
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    The elevator doors slide shut, trapping me inside with the last person on earth I want to breathe the same air as.The air feels too tight, too heavy, like it’s pressing against my skin. I press myself into the corner of the elevator like maybe if I become one with the wall, I can disappear entirely. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Axton in a black suit that looks criminal on him, like he should be arrested just for existing. His tie is gone, top buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up. His jaw ticks, his hand flexes, and then, because God loves to humiliate me, he rolls his eyes at me. Full-on, dramatic, slow-motion eye-roll like I’m a particularly stupid pigeon that wandered into his penthouse.I clench my jaw so hard my teeth might snap. Oh, I’m sorry, sir, am I the villain for revealing your fiancée’s secret double life? I was minding my damn business when your Dollar Store fiancée decided to wreck both our lives.And yet here I am, guilt curdling low in my stomach, while I

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  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 19

    The rooftop suddenly feels too small, too bright, too witness-y for whatever the hell is about to happen.I blink up at Axton like maybe if I don’t move, he’ll lose interest and wander off like a bear in a campground. Spoiler, he does not.Julian gives me a slow, dramatic sip of his champagne, eyes glittering with you’re so screwed energy.I clear my throat, trying to play it cool, even though every nerve in my body is short-circuiting like a Christmas light that’s seen some things.“Uh, hey,” I say, because apparently words are hard now.Axton’s gaze slices through me like he can see every terrible thought I’ve ever had. His jaw is tight, his whole body tense like he’s holding himself back from flipping the entire table over.“We need to talk,” he says again, voice low and rough like gravel, and somehow even hotter for it, because my self-preservation skills are nonexistent.Julian kicks me under the table. Subtle. Real subtle.I plaster on a tight smile and push my chair back, the l

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-28
  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 20

    The next day, I’m trying not to spiral.Really, I am.I sit at the little vanity in my hotel room, brushing out my hair in long, even strokes, willing myself not to look like a depressed Victorian ghost. The brush snags against the ends and tugs at my scalp, but I barely feel it.The room smells like that stupid lavender pillow spray the hotel leaves on the nightstand.My itinerary says I have a luxury underground wine tasting to attend this afternoon, and even if my soul feels like a stomped-on crumpled receipt, I have sponsors to impress.So, I slip into a casual but sophisticated little white dress, short, flowy, effortless, and pair it with kitten heels that make me feel vaguely like a woman who has her life together.I blow out my hair into soft waves and do my makeup just enough to hide the wreckage under my eyes. Concealer is a modern miracle. God bless the girlies who invented it.The plan is simple: look cute, take pictures, survive.Julian meets me downstairs, camera already

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  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 21

    The world tastes sweeter with a double scoop of sea salt caramel dripping down my wrist.“Tell me again how you conned me into this?” I mumble around a mouthful of waffle cone as Julian drags me across the tiny parking lot of the private terminal.“You looked sad,” he says, like it’s obvious. “I’m a good friend. I’m legally obligated to bribe you with overpriced artisanal ice cream.”I squint at him. “You don’t even know what happened last night.”He grins, shameless. “Didn’t have to. You stormed into the hotel room at two A.M. looking like a kicked puppy and threatened to set fire to men’s dress shoes. I read between the lines, babe.”I snort, wiping sticky caramel off my fingers with a paper napkin that’s already falling apart.The morning sun is hot against my shoulders, my hair is frizzing at an alarming rate, and my stomach is vibrating from the unholy combination of sugar, caffeine, and suppressed rage.A tiny mean part of me wants to feel guilty for what we’re planning, but eve

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  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 1

    I should’ve known. Honestly, I should’ve known.The universe always has this way of slapping me in the face right when I’m feeling too damn happy. Like today, when I was practically skipping through JFK with a carry-on stuffed full of overpriced Parisian lingerie and dreams of straddling my boyfriend the second I walked through the door.I haven’t seen Monty in a week, and I spent half that time pretending the Eiffel Tower was only half as thrilling as being in his arms. Pathetic, I know. But love makes you delusional. It makes you blind. And apparently, it also makes you stupid.Staring at myself in the elevator mirror as it climbs to our penthouse floor—my penthouse floor, technically. My blonde curls tousled just enough to look effortless (thanks to dry shampoo and airport humidity), red lipstick still intact despite the 8-hour flight, and under my basic brown coat? A sheer, baby pink lingerie set that screamed “rip this off with your teeth.”I look good. Dangerous. Like the heroin

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  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 2

    The taxi is silent, except for the soft hum of the tires against the pavement. My face is still wet, mascara streaking down my cheeks like a dam just broke. I can't remember the last time I cried this much, if I’ve ever.I sniffle, wiping my face with the back of my hand, but it’s no use. I’m ugly crying, sobbing like I’m the main character in some tragic romance movie.Then I hear Callie’s voice, as always, the grounding force I need even when I’m falling apart. “You know, I told you not to trust someone named Monty,” she says, her voice surprisingly blunt.I laugh through the tears, a shaky, choked laugh that sounds more like a sob than anything remotely joyful. “You did,” I reply, voice breaking. “But I was stupid enough to ignore the warning signs.”Callie doesn’t try to sugarcoat things. She just keeps it real, even when it’s harsh. “Monty sounds like a walking red flag wrapped in a cheap suit,” she adds, leaning back in her seat, her arms crossed. “Honestly, I thought the guy wa

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  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 3

    He stops in front of our table, hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly like he's trying to read me.He’s gorgeous. In that quiet, devastating kind of way. His jaw is sharp enough to write angry poetry about, dusted with the kind of stubble that makes you wonder what it’d feel like scraping down your inner thigh. His eyes are a cool, unreadable gray, like fog over cold water, but there's something warm in them too.He looks like the kind of man who ruins lives in novels and buys limited-edition watches for fun. Calm. Collected. Too composed to be anyone's rebound, and yet…All I can think is, Monty could never.Monty’s idea of “dressed up” was a button-down with pit stains and an ego that couldn’t fit through doorways. This guy? This guy looks like he owns a yacht he forgets about."Rough night?" he asks, voice smooth and deep, and oh my God. The accent. British. Like… actual British, not fake British like when Callie orders tea and says “cheerio” to the waiter.I blink up at him,

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  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 4

    Chapter 4The elevator dings, and we step out into a hallway that screams luxury. Dark wood floors, minimalist black sconces casting moody shadows, and a single abstract painting that probably costs more than my Louboutins. He unlocks the door with a press of his thumb, of course it’s biometric, and I step inside like I’ve crossed into another realm.His penthouse is ridiculous. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the city skyline, glittering like a million secrets. The furniture is sleek and masculine: leather, steel, rich walnut. There’s a fireplace, not electric, a real one, and bookshelves that stretch so high they need a ladder. The air smells like cedar and bergamot and man.And I thought I had taste.“You live here?” I ask, stupidly, because obviously he does.He smirks like he knows exactly how impressive it is, but won’t say it. “Champagne?”I nod before my brain catches up with my mouth. He disappears into the kitchen, and when he comes back, he's holding a bottle that looks m

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  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 21

    The world tastes sweeter with a double scoop of sea salt caramel dripping down my wrist.“Tell me again how you conned me into this?” I mumble around a mouthful of waffle cone as Julian drags me across the tiny parking lot of the private terminal.“You looked sad,” he says, like it’s obvious. “I’m a good friend. I’m legally obligated to bribe you with overpriced artisanal ice cream.”I squint at him. “You don’t even know what happened last night.”He grins, shameless. “Didn’t have to. You stormed into the hotel room at two A.M. looking like a kicked puppy and threatened to set fire to men’s dress shoes. I read between the lines, babe.”I snort, wiping sticky caramel off my fingers with a paper napkin that’s already falling apart.The morning sun is hot against my shoulders, my hair is frizzing at an alarming rate, and my stomach is vibrating from the unholy combination of sugar, caffeine, and suppressed rage.A tiny mean part of me wants to feel guilty for what we’re planning, but eve

  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 20

    The next day, I’m trying not to spiral.Really, I am.I sit at the little vanity in my hotel room, brushing out my hair in long, even strokes, willing myself not to look like a depressed Victorian ghost. The brush snags against the ends and tugs at my scalp, but I barely feel it.The room smells like that stupid lavender pillow spray the hotel leaves on the nightstand.My itinerary says I have a luxury underground wine tasting to attend this afternoon, and even if my soul feels like a stomped-on crumpled receipt, I have sponsors to impress.So, I slip into a casual but sophisticated little white dress, short, flowy, effortless, and pair it with kitten heels that make me feel vaguely like a woman who has her life together.I blow out my hair into soft waves and do my makeup just enough to hide the wreckage under my eyes. Concealer is a modern miracle. God bless the girlies who invented it.The plan is simple: look cute, take pictures, survive.Julian meets me downstairs, camera already

  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 19

    The rooftop suddenly feels too small, too bright, too witness-y for whatever the hell is about to happen.I blink up at Axton like maybe if I don’t move, he’ll lose interest and wander off like a bear in a campground. Spoiler, he does not.Julian gives me a slow, dramatic sip of his champagne, eyes glittering with you’re so screwed energy.I clear my throat, trying to play it cool, even though every nerve in my body is short-circuiting like a Christmas light that’s seen some things.“Uh, hey,” I say, because apparently words are hard now.Axton’s gaze slices through me like he can see every terrible thought I’ve ever had. His jaw is tight, his whole body tense like he’s holding himself back from flipping the entire table over.“We need to talk,” he says again, voice low and rough like gravel, and somehow even hotter for it, because my self-preservation skills are nonexistent.Julian kicks me under the table. Subtle. Real subtle.I plaster on a tight smile and push my chair back, the l

  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 18

    The elevator doors slide shut, trapping me inside with the last person on earth I want to breathe the same air as.The air feels too tight, too heavy, like it’s pressing against my skin. I press myself into the corner of the elevator like maybe if I become one with the wall, I can disappear entirely. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Axton in a black suit that looks criminal on him, like he should be arrested just for existing. His tie is gone, top buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up. His jaw ticks, his hand flexes, and then, because God loves to humiliate me, he rolls his eyes at me. Full-on, dramatic, slow-motion eye-roll like I’m a particularly stupid pigeon that wandered into his penthouse.I clench my jaw so hard my teeth might snap. Oh, I’m sorry, sir, am I the villain for revealing your fiancée’s secret double life? I was minding my damn business when your Dollar Store fiancée decided to wreck both our lives.And yet here I am, guilt curdling low in my stomach, while I

  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 17

    If I had my way, I'd still be in bed right now, buried under a mountain of fluffy white pillows with the blackout curtains drawn and nothing but overpriced room service on my tray and a murder documentary humming softly in the background.And for the record, I did order the room service, full English breakfast (fancy, I know), mimosas (plural), half a papaya that came with edible flowers I immediately posted on Instagram.But lounging all day like a spoiled heiress wasn’t in the cards, because, surprise, I have a job. Even if it involves drinking mimosas for the aesthetic.Callie, in all her Type-A glory, sent over a schedule so meticulous it practically had footnotes.She even color-coded it. There’s a little sticky note next to each item with encouraging things like “Smile, bitch!” and “Tag the brand or perish.” Classic Callie.I take a few quick Instagram stories, complete with a dreamy slow pan of the skyline outside my window and a fake-laugh selfie where I pretend I just happene

  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 16

    If I thought he was broody before, I hadn’t seen anything yet. Axton doesn’t even look at me for the rest of the flight. He sits there, stiff and silent, clenching his jaw so tight I half-expect to hear the sound of molars cracking like cheap porcelain. We don’t speak again. Not a word. Just six more hours of tension so thick it practically has a seatbelt. When the plane finally lands in London, he’s the first to stand, grab his things, and disappear like I’m some stranger he accidentally sat next to, not the girl he practically snarled at two hours ago. And for a second, a literal breath of a second, I feel a little bad for him. He looked... sad.And I should care. I should. But I’m tired. Jet-lagged. Cranky. And honestly? Too emotionally hungover to dig into that mess. I drag my suitcase through customs, ignoring the ache in my shoulders and the way my hair's decided to frizz up like a rejected poodle.England greets me with gray skies and a chilly breeze that smells faintly of

  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 15

    I glance at him again. He’s looking straight ahead, jaw tight. Like he’s holding something back. Like he’s mad. Like he has the right to be mad.Oh, hell no.I snap.“Aren’t you a billionaire?” I hiss, voice low enough not to alert the entire cabin but sharp enough to slice through the champagne-fueled silence. “Shouldn’t you be in a private jet somewhere? Counting your money? Dodging tabloid engagements?”He turns to me slowly, like I’m the annoying fly buzzing too close to his bourbon. “Shouldn’t you be busy blogging about bubble baths and avocado toast?”Touché.“I am busy. Trying to survive this six-hour flight without committing a felony.”His mouth twitches, but not in a fun way. More like he’s trying to keep something down. His bourbon, maybe. Or his opinion of me.Axton slowly turns his head. His expression is blank, but his eyes? His eyes could cut glass. “Shouldn’t you be sneaking out of someone else’s bed by now?”I blink.Oh, we’re doing that.“Wow,” I say, eyebrows shooti

  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 14

    The company, in their infinite stinginess, booked me in economy. Of course they did.Because apparently, they expect emotionally unstable travel bloggers to fly across the Atlantic wedged between two strangers eating tuna sandwiches and coughing into the shared air like we’re not already one bad day away from a full breakdown.I’m standing at the gate in JFK, staring at my boarding pass like it personally offended me. Seat 34B. Middle seat.No window, no dignity.This was supposed to be a new beginning. A work trip. A distraction. A post-Monty, post-Axton recovery mission.I had even planned the aesthetic: a red-eye flight to London, face mask on, champagne in hand, dramatic lighting while Lana Del Rey plays softly in my noise-canceling headphones.But apparently, the only thing I’m getting is a bruised elbow from the armrest battle and a complimentary bag of salted peanuts.I am not above chaos. Not anymore. So I march to the desk, messy bun, sunglasses inside, an overpriced trench c

  • Pregnant By My Enemy's Fiancé   Chapter 13

    Chapter 13I am not proud of this, but I’ve read every single one of Monty’s texts today. Every. Single. One. I didn’t respond, I’m not a complete idiot, but I did read them. Twice. Maybe three times. Whatever. Who’s counting?But the truth is, I miss him. I miss us. The way we used to be. Before the lies, before I found out the truth. Before everything turned into a goddamn circus.Callie’s voice breaks through the haze in my head, snapping me back into the present."Char, your meeting’s in five minutes." She’s standing in the doorway, holding a steaming cup of coffee, and I notice she’s giving me that look. The one she gives me when she knows I’m spiraling.I force a smile, but it feels fake. "Thanks, Callie. I’m fine.""Uh-huh." She raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Fine. Right."I stand up, still clutching my phone like it’s some kind of lifeline, even though I know I shouldn’t.I follow Callie into the conference room, where the editorial team is already seated. The conversation h

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