All Chapters of Traded For His First Love : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alice POV The morning sun slipped through the cheap motel curtains, casting golden stripes across the tangled sheets where I woke up, my body still warm and heavy from sleep — and from the night before. Connor was there, on the other side of the room, talking quietly on the phone out on the tiny balcony, the glass door cracked open just enough to let his murmurs blend with the distant hum of cars on the road. He was wearing a white motel robe, loosely tied, showing off the chest I’d run my hands over hours ago, his brown hair a messy tumble over his forehead as he gestured. I blinked slowly, reality hitting me like a soft slap: I’d actually gone to bed with him. After everything I’d sworn — no attachments, no letting a guy pin me down — here I was, still feeling the echo of his touch on my skin.The night had been wild, a blur of heat and desire that started on the balcony at Nathalie’s party and ended here, in this plain room that smelled of clean sheets and sex. I sat up in bed, t

Reese POV The sheets were still warm where our bodies met, my head nestled on Elliot’s chest, the steady thump of his heart against my ear. His arms wrapped around me, one hand tracing slow circles on my lower back, the other resting on the curve of my hip. The room was cloaked in silence, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand, reminding me Sammy and Avie were sleeping soundly down the hall. I wanted to freeze that moment — us like this, bare, entwined, as if the world outside, with its venom and humiliations, couldn’t touch us.“You okay?” Elliot asked, his husky voice cutting through the quiet, a hint of worry tucked into the lightness. He tilted his head, trying to catch my face in the dimness.I looked up at him, his features softened by the faint light slipping through the curtains. “Why do you ask?” I countered, a half-smile tugging at my lips as I tried to keep things easy.He chuckled low, his fingers sliding through my brown hair, mussing it gently. “Y

Alice POV The sun was already setting when I stopped in front of Venus’s building, my bag slung over my shoulder and a restlessness jittering in my chest. The day before had been a blur — waking up in the motel with Connor, the heat of his body still lingering on my skin, the way he’d made me laugh with that crooked smile while we ate toast in bed. I’d gotten lost in him, in that easy flirtation and chemistry that caught me off guard, and hadn’t checked in with Venus all day. But now, standing there, the weight of Nathalie’s party hit me full force. Spencer had called me last night, his voice a thunderstorm of rage as he spat accusations about Venus — that she’d screwed everything up, that she was chasing Elliot, that my reputation was going down the drain because of her. I needed to know what had happened, needed to look after my best friend.I pressed the buzzer, the sound slicing through the cool evening air, and waited, fussing with my hair as I tried to sort my thoughts. The d

Josh POV “So that’s why you decided to come have lunch with us today? Because you want to talk about the engagement to the Skylands’ daughter?” My father asked, his habitual scowl fixed on me, a look I’d grown up with. I’d been raised under the weight of a strict father who never left room for argument, so I was used to it by now, knew how to handle it.“Yes, Dad. That’s exactly it,” I replied, firm. “Bethany and I… we just don’t love each other, and it’s not going to work.”My father sat in his usual spot at the dining table, my mother beside him. The polished mahogany table was far too long for our small family of three, making the air feel morbid, lifeless. A family that only nurtured greed for money didn’t sit around chatting about trivial things like a football game or planning a park outing together.That’s how I’d grown up, and I knew it had left scars in me, ones that would mark me forever, not just in my behavior but in my choices. I didn’t want to be like my father, though

Josh POV “What did you say?” I asked, feeling my throat dry as I processed Bethany’s words. She stood before me and my parents, claiming she was pregnant? Had I heard her correctly, or was my mind playing tricks on me? “You’re pregnant, my love? Oh, what wonderful news!” My mother was already beaming from ear to ear. “It’s everything we’ve dreamed of, that you’d give us a grandchild!” “Mom, stop it. She’s not pregnant; this is just a misunderstanding,” I cut my mother off, making her pause. Then I turned to Bethany. “Take it back, Bethany. This isn’t the time for your jokes!” “But I’m not joking, Josh. I’m really pregnant. I went to the doctor and did all the tests. You should be happy now, you know? A child is always a great blessing…” “She’s right, Josh,” my father said. “You should be happy to know you’re going to be a father.” He had a half-cynical smile on his face, as if he were triumphant at the overwhelming turn of events that had just hit me. After all, he was the on