All Chapters of Accidentally Pregnant For My Sister’s Fiancé : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

NoahAs I stepped into the house, the familiar scent of home enveloped me, bringing a sense of comfort after a long day at work but before I could even kick off my shoes, Monica and Chris practically pounced on me, their eager faces demanding to know every detail of my encounter with Noah."Lily, spill the beans! What went down with Noah?" Monica's voice was filled with anticipation, her eyes wide with curiosity."Yeah, we need all the juicy details!" Chris chimed in, his grin matching Monica's enthusiasm.I couldn't help but laugh at their eagerness, shaking my head in amusement. "Seriously, guys, nothing happened. It was just a regular meeting."Monica's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Come on, Lily, don't hold out on us! We know there's more to it than that."Chris nodded vigorously, his expression practically pleading. "Yeah, spill the tea! Did he say anything? Did you catch him staring? Give us something!"I chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through me at their genuine interest.

LilyAs I trailed behind the wheel, heading to the market one afternoon, little did I expect the scary turn of events that was about to unfold. The sun cast its warm glow through the windshield, creating a sense of serenity that belied the chaos lurking just around the corner. I sat in the passenger seat, contemplating my shopping list, oblivious to the impending danger that would soon shatter the tranquility of the moment.Suddenly, a deafening crash jolted me from my reverie as our car was violently struck from behind. My heart leaped into my throat as I clung to the armrest, my stomach churning with fear. Before I could process what was happening, armed men emerged from the vehicle that had rear-ended us, their faces obscured by masks as they brandished their weapons menacingly.“What the hell is that?”Panic surged through me as the reality of the situation sank in. I could hear my own frantic heartbeat echoing in my ears as I struggled to make sense of the chaos unfolding around

LilyAs I slowly began to regain consciousness, my mind felt foggy, like trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces. The first thing that escaped my lips, barely a whisper, was "Natalie." It was reflexive, instinctual almost, like a reflex triggered by the chaos around me. Natalie, my estranged sister, the one who had turned her back on our family long ago, leaving behind a trail of hurt and betrayal.As I struggled to make sense of my surroundings, I realized I was in a car, the dull hum of the engine vibrating through the metal frame but something was off. There was tension in the air, a palpable sense of danger that sent shivers down my spine. And then it hit me, like a sledgehammer to the chest - we were under attack.Through the haze, I could hear voices, muffled and distant at first, like echoes in a cave but as my senses sharpened, the words became clearer, slicing through the confusion like a knife. They were arguing, shouting even, their voices filled with anger an

Lily I struggled to stay alive on the hospital bed, each breath a laborious effort that seemed to pull me closer to the edge of consciousness. The sterile scent of antiseptic mingled with the faint, floral perfume my sister, Natalie, had always favored, and it tugged at my fractured thoughts. Why was she out to destroy me and my life? I couldn't understand it. What had I done to deserve this from her? The heart monitor beside me beeped loudly, its persistent rhythm a grim reminder of my fragile state. A gentle hand took mine, warm and reassuring, pulling me from the abyss of my thoughts. "Lily, I'm here," a soft voice murmured, soothing and familiar. It was Noah, my best friend since a while ago and as I struggled to focus on his words, my vision blurring as I fought to keep my eyes open. "Noah..." My voice was a mere whisper, barely audible over the relentless beeping of the monitor. "Shh, don't try to talk," he said, his thumb stroking the back of my hand in comforting circles.

Noah I stood there, rooted to the spot, as Natalie began talking, her voice dripping with a venomous mix of satisfaction and bitterness. She was recounting her involvement in the attack on Lily, her own sister, and every word she spoke seemed to pulsate with the deep-seated hatred she held for her. I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine as I listened, my eyes flicking over to Ethan. My younger brother's face was contorted in anger, his hands balled into fists at his sides. He didn't look at me, his gaze locked on Natalie as if he was trying to bore a hole through her with sheer willpower. Natalie's confession was delivered with a casualness that was almost disturbing. "She always thought she was better than me," she sneered, her lips curling into a twisted smile. "Always the favorite, always the one getting everything she wanted. Well, I showed her, didn't I? I made sure she knew what it felt like to be powerless." I felt a surge of disgust rise within me. The image of