All Chapters of Pregnant and Jailed: Revenge on my Quadruplet’s Father: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sunny’s Pov As much as I will hate to admit, being in the same entity with Tristian got to be the top rated awkward moment of my life. I may have been all tough and sassy outside but I was literally scourging with Agitation. The fact that Tristian saw the lowest version of me yesterday and probably how I must have made a fool out of myself freaks the hell out of me. I had thought hiding beneath the guise of giving him cold shoulders and being feisty with him would suppress it but I had failed. Why the hell he had really came to the bar for me is something I’ll never place my head around. Tristian had been such a jerk to me even though dahlia keeps appraising him. But then again why the hell was Tristian the first person that called to my mind when I needed a helping hand? Fuck sakes there’s dahlia there. We’ve just dropped the kids off at school and right now, Tristian is driving us out of the school compound. The car is suddenly so quiet now as the kids are off and I can bet

“It is a good time?” Carlton inquires and it doesn’t take time for it to register that he’s referring to what I had told me this morning at the office. I had told him I’ve a suspect but we’ve decide to hold the class first before talking about it. “Yeah, you might dismiss this but I think marigold is the culprit.” I blurts out and that hits Carlton like a boob. He goes dumbstruck for like a whole minute as if trying to register what I just said. “Are you sure? Of what you are saying?” Not bleating around the bush, I relays my analysis to him. But carlton doesn’t buy it. “I strongly think it’s a co-incident. Yeah marigold has that tattoo but that doesn’t mean she’s linked to that guy. Beside would her friends be sharing the same tattoo with her except they are forming a cult and marigold isn’t part of it. I know marigold is the worst kind of evil but she isn’t capable of murder.” “For someone who could frame her own sister for a crime she didn’t commit, She can do even wor

Dahlia’s Pov I make my way to Tristan's lodge after leaving Carlton and Marigold to their issues, my thoughts tangled in knots. It's difficult locating Tristian since it's my first time visiting there but I do anyway. The place isn't why I expected—modern, with sleek glass walls and a polished front desk that feels too impersonal. The admin gives me a polite but curious glance as I ask for Tristian. After a few taps on the computer, she nods and points me down a long corridor. “Room 214,” she says. I walk down the hallway, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Room 214. I stop just outside the door and raise my hand to knock when Tristian’s voice filters through. His tone is sharp, cutting. “You did the right thing withdrawing the accusation,” he says, each word dripping with menace. There's a pause, then he chuckles coldly. “Because if you hadn't, Mr. Stewart, the wold would know all about your past. Every. Ugly. Detail.” My hand freezes mid-air as those cold word

The next day, everything spirals and I receive news from Carlton that Miragold has been arrested. Apparently, Mr. Stewart had filed charges, presenting enough proof to make it stick. I don't feel an ounce of guilt for her but I do feel bad for her to be bearing the brunt of a crime she might know nothing about. Because according the news, Mr. Stewart used the photo footage of the tattooed guy against her, which Tristian definitely handed to him. His claims was that since marigold had that same tattoo at the same spot, they could definitely be connected through some fraternity or cult. And marigold could have hired the man to do it, plus she has reasons why she could want Mrs Stewart Dead. I can't shake the sick feeling in my gut that Tristian's fingerprints are all over this but I have no way to stop it. Then, out of nowhere, Mr. Stewart called me this morning and invited me to dinner at his mansion. It was an odd request, but I accepted reluctantly and out of curiosity. Well,

Dahlia pov With a shaky exhale, I lean against the sink and press my palm against the cold porcelain to hold me up. The fluorescent lights above casts streaks of shadows across my face in the mirror. My reflection stares back, tired and skeptical. What game is Tristian playing? At first it seemed like we were in this together. Now, it's like he's chasing vehemently after a personal gain. The door creaks open and from the mirror, I see Carlton step inside. My stomach drops to the pit of my stomach. His face is a storm of anger, confusion and something else I can't place my finger on. “What are you doing here?” My voice falters at the end but I don't care. He has no business being in here. He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he leans against the wall, arms crossed. “I couldn't stay there any longer. What exactly have you done to my father to gain his favor?” I squint my eyes in shock at his question. “What do you mean?” He chuckles but that's not the sound of amusement. “Fi