All Chapters of Pregnant and Jailed: Revenge on my Quadruplet’s Father: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Is there a problem?” Panic from no where sinks into me. On impulse, I think of my kids which I left in his watch. “Not really, he just…” “Mummy,” Tiny voices interrupts Chloe and we turn to see four kids walking towards our direction. Andre and my three boys. Gianna isn’t with them and noting the frantic look on they faces, my pulse increase. “Mummy, It’s… it’s Gianna. We can’t find her.” “What?!” Between my heart and me, I don’t know which one leaps first. “What happened?” I ask as I’m flying up from the seat. “I don’t know, some lady came to us after uncle Carlton excused himself from where we were all gathered. She said you demanded for us except for Gianna. We left Gianna behind and followed the lady but at some point the lady walked too fast and missed up in the crowd. We went back to the table and we couldn’t find Gianna anymore. We had been searching for Gianna and luckily we found you here. Mommy I’m scared.” Gavin my eldest son narrates everything in one breath.

I glance at Gianna. I need her back with the family. She already serves her purpose—luring her mother away from the crowd and into a trap. And with how much I dose Dahlia with sex-arousal pills, it’s still surprising why it’s not taking effect already. As we leave the attic, I meet with the rest of the quadruplets and Grayson—no, Griffin… Grayson? Ugh, not that it matters. I just give them their little sister back, and one of them hugs me, tightly wrapping himself around my leg and refusing to let go. “Thank you, Aunty Marigold…” I feel a cringe-worthy sensation running through my spine. I nudge him aside with a repulsive glare. “Get off. That’s enough.” He took his corrections and backed away, then told them to follow me. They all fall in line—except Gianna. She is being too headstrong, but regardless, she escorts her brothers out of the hall. I need them out of my sight as soon as possible. Ascending the staircase, I feel a real tingle in my vagina. I pause to breathe. A raw

I’m straddling my crutch by clamping my thighs tightly—the hypersexual sensation gets worse by the second. I’m already suffering from swollen breasts, numb nipples, and bolts of sex scenes shooting into the back of my head, but I play it cool even though I’m hopelessly knotted up. “Where’s Chloe? Get her out here; we need to talk,” I say Annabel and Cynthia, checking through my phone. “Umm… she took so much alcohol and has since been puking her brains out in the toilet. I don’t think she’s gonna come out now,” Cynthia replies. I have to nibble my problems, and now this. With a quick sigh, I walk past her and slam at the toilet door. “Hey, Chloe, you in there?” She mutters something back immediately, then I hear a rush of watery particles that I assume spew out of her throat or ass—I can’t tell. “Yeah, Marigold, I’m good… just gimme five—ugh,” she says, then keeps gagging for about two minutes. Finally, she flushes and comes outside. Chloe is a mess, but one look at me and she

Dahlia’s POV, After breaking out of the confinement with the help of the hammer, I and Carlton rushed to the hall. To our surprise, the hall was empty denoting that the party has ended. My kids weren’t in sight. Panic was already beginning to crawl into me when Carlton suggests we check the other building for the kids. My parents has two building. This hall designed for events and then their mansion which was a distant walk away from the mansion. It didn’t strike me that my parents would take my kids in because I know all their niceties towards me had been a charade. However when I and Carlton barge into the mansion, we meet a lively ambience, my parents and some of their business partners are at the dinning eating and chattering, while my kids and Andre are right at one part of the couch. I can’t explain the amount of relief that wash through me. My presence makes my kids lit up and jumps up running towards me. “Mummy!!!” The light commotion gets to the other occupants of the room

Carlton POV, “A Dull knife is a dangerous knife.” Dahlia has the calmest smile as she’s enthusiastically enlightening our students regarding culinary techniques. We are in the advanced stage of our cooking course and dahlia taking the student while I am sitting beside her, watching. Every inch of her. The way her hand moves, the passion in her eyes, the professional way she dishes our tips and handle cultures like she’s born to do this! Dahlia is one hell of an incredible woman. She’s not just beautiful, she’s so smart and As I stare at her, it’s hard to keep my sanity in check. I keep rethinking the bad decisions I had made in the past. How the hell did I let this woman slip away from me? Right now, she’s laying emphasis on knife work and she’s so enthusiastic about it.“If you risk using a dull knife to dice ingredients, you just don’t risk a potential hazard, you risk getting bad shapes. Just like this.” With the student watching with keen attention, dahlia picks up a carrot a