All Chapters of UNWED AND EXPECTING : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

**Unveiling the Past**The air in the villa was tense after Margaret Laurent’s arrival. Sophia couldn’t shake the feeling that Margaret’s revelations had only scratched the surface of the truth. Ethan, on the other hand, was battling his instincts to protect his family’s legacy while grappling with the undeniable weight of Margaret’s claims.The couple sat with Margaret in the grand living room, its towering bookshelves and intricate decor serving as silent witnesses to a conversation that threatened to unravel decades of history.Margaret sipped her tea, her hands trembling slightly. “William Moore and I were partners, Ethan,” she began, her voice steady but tinged with emotion. “Not just in business, but in dreams. This villa was supposed to be a sanctuary—a place where both our families could thrive.”Sophia leaned forward, her interest piqued. “What happened between you two? Why did things fall apart?”Margaret hesitated, her eyes distant as if reliving painful memories. “Promises

**Whispers in the Night**As the moonlight filtered through the grand windows of the villa, casting elongated shadows on the walls, Clara stirred restlessly in her bed. The once tranquil child had been plagued with a growing unease since their discovery of the hidden room.Sophia, sitting in a chair by the window, watched her daughter with concern. Clara's tiny face contorted as she twisted and turned in her sleep. It wasn’t the usual restlessness of a child—it was something far darker."Mommy!" Clara bolted upright, her scream piercing the silence.Sophia rushed to her side, wrapping her arms around her trembling daughter. "Clara, sweetheart, it’s just a bad dream. I’m here."Clara clung to her mother, her small body trembling like a leaf. "It wasn’t a dream, Mommy. She was here. She said she needs my help."Sophia’s blood ran cold. "Who, Clara? Who was here?""Eleanor," Clara whispered, her voice barely audible. "She was crying. She said she’s trapped and only I can free her."Ethan

** The Truth Beneath**The dark tunnel loomed before them, its shadowy depths inviting yet foreboding. Ethan stood at the edge, gripping a flashlight he had retrieved from the car. Sophia held Clara tightly, brushing a strand of her daughter’s hair from her face as she whispered reassuring words.“We have to go down,” Ethan said, his voice steady but laced with tension.Sophia hesitated, glancing between Ethan and the tunnel. “What if it’s a trap?”“It might be,” he admitted, “but we’ve come this far. Whatever this is, it’s connected to Eleanor and the secrets we’ve uncovered. It’s the only way to protect Clara and find closure.”Clara clutched her mother’s arm, her voice barely audible. “I’m not afraid. She said I’d be safe if you both came too.”Sophia’s heart ached at the innocence in Clara’s voice. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”Together, they descended into the passageway, each step echoing against the damp, stone walls. The air grew colder, carrying the faint scent of ea

**Shadows of Betrayal**The days following Nathan’s disappearance were eerily calm. The mansion, once filled with echoes of the supernatural and sinister, now felt still. Ethan and Sophia worked tirelessly to restore a sense of normalcy for Clara and Daniel. However, the ominous note left on their doorstep lingered in everyone’s minds.Despite their efforts, shadows of unease crept into their lives. Clara, who had been resilient through the chaos, began to withdraw. Her once-bright laughter was replaced by quiet contemplation, her gaze often lingering on the corners of rooms as if she saw something others couldn’t.One evening, as the family sat together in the living room, Daniel broke the silence.“Do you think he’ll come back?” he asked, his voice small but brave.Sophia wrapped an arm around him. “Nathan is gone, sweetie. He has no power over us anymore.”“But what about the note?” Clara asked. “It said betrayal wasn’t far behind. What does that mean?”Ethan exchanged a glance wit

** The Reckoning**The morning light filtered through the windows, casting golden streaks across the living room as Ethan, Sophia, and Clara sat at the table with Gabriel. Maps and old journals were spread before them, remnants of Nathan’s past dealings. Gabriel pointed to a name scrawled in faded ink, his expression grim.“This is where it all leads,” he said, tapping the name: The Obscura Collective. “They’re the ones who want Clara. Nathan may have started their descent into darkness, but they believe she is the key to finishing it.”Ethan’s fists clenched. “How do we stop them?”“They’re powerful, well-connected, and ruthless,” Gabriel admitted. “But they’re also desperate. That’s where we can exploit their weakness.”Sophia leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “What do they want with Clara? Why is she so important to them?”Gabriel hesitated, then spoke softly. “Nathan experimented with abilities beyond human comprehension. Clara inherited something extraordinary—a connection to e