I Returned With His child
8.7 / 10.0
Share
He needed to stop. This wasn't why he'd followed her. He had only wanted to finally speak with her about their arrangement. But his body wouldn't let him– her flushed face sent ripples of hot need coursing right through him. A moan escaped her, shattering what little self-control he maintained.
------
Six years ago, Gabrielle walked away from Edward Harrington with nothing but a broken heart and a secret growing inside her.
Now she's back- not for love, not for forgiveness, but because she has run out of choices.
With a daughter to protect, a mother slipping away, and poverty closing in, Gabrielle steps into a world she no longer recognizes: Edward's world. A world of wealth, power, quiet cruelty, and memories that refuse to stay buried.
Edward is no longer the boy who once loved her.
He is colder. Sharper. Untouchable.
And he knows exactly how much power he holds.
As past desire collides with present resentment, Gabrielle must survive a house where she doesn't belong, a society that judges her at a glance, and a man who wants control more than reconciliation.
But the most dangerous truth of all?
Their past never ended.
And their daughter is standing right between them.
Love. Power. Humiliation. Desire. Revenge.
In the Harrington estate, nothing is gentle-and nothing is free.
I Returned With His child Chapter 1
The boat left the dock, and the wind flowed through her hair, cold and sharp. She was scared. For the first time in six years, she would be seeing Edward, the man who, throughout these couple of years, lived only in her mind. This could go badly in more ways than one.
This was for her daughter. For the rent she couldn't pay. For her sick mom.
She glanced down to see that her daughter had woken up from her rather short nap, muttering.
"Mummy, are we there yet?"
Smiling sweetly at her little girl, "No, my love, we only just set sail."
Gabrielle tucked her daughter's hair behind her ear as she handed her the cake she had packed for the trip.
Her mind was still very much on Edward- the man she was dreading meeting in a couple of hours.
How intense love can fade- die just like that.
Well- she sighed. She hadn't come back for love. She was here because she was out of options.
She stared out towards the sea, letting the waves calm her. There is no point in worrying now; she will deal with Edward when she lands. Right now, this was a damn good view. When last did she and her daughter taste such comfort? Their home was a poorly furnished one-room, shared with four other struggling factory workers, who came back covered in coal. She just couldn't imagine how her life had come to that.
As her brooding continued, the boat was nearing its destination. The dock in view, "I guess I should call Edward and let him know we've arrived," she muttered mostly to herself.
" Mummy, mummy, see we are there...see" Emilia bounced around, cheeks red from excitement.
" It seems so," Gabrielle answered as she dialed Edward's number.
"fuck... fuck I am doing this," she clenched her fingers tightly around the phone.
"Okay, okay.... hiii Edward, we are currently at the dock. Just arrived...Mm-hmm, Mm-hmm, yeah. See you soon." Hanging up with shaking hands, she pulls Emilia closer. More for herself than her daughter's.
"Mummy?" She could see the question in her daughter's eyes.
Damn, she was scaring her. She needs to get a grip on herself. She was the adult here; a cigarette right about now would be nice. What a good parent she was.
" Where is Edward?" She uttered quietly.
As if summoned by her very words, there he was, in all his glory. Edward Harrington, a hefty six-foot man, with rich dark hair and intense green eyes staring back at her.
Her pulse racing, it all came back to her then, her in a tangled mess on the hood of his car. His breath on her neck, his mouth worshiping her like she was his god. Her breath quickened, heart pounding.
Even after all these years, he still had this effect on her.
Then she felt little hands clinging to her skirts as Edward approached them. She looked down and met wide eyes staring back at her. She brushed her daughter's chin with her fingers and whispered.
"Everything is going to be fine, love."
Edward cleared his throat, announcing his presence.
Both Gabrielle and Emilia turned, staring back at him. Gabrielle just stood speechless, with Emilia now behind her, hiding. His gaze went from mother to daughter - his daughter, who was peeking from her mother's back.
He gave the little girl a soft smile.
She was the spitting image of her mother.
He slowly looked up at Gabrielle. His gaze lingered longer than it should on her lips. Her presence, her scent... dazed him. God, those lips. He'd tasted them, known their softness. Then he noticed her shiver, realization hit, she was scared... of him?
He abruptly took her hand in his, placing a soft kiss where her pulse throbbed. Gabrielle jerked back, stunned.
"Hey," his voice was low and sharp.
Her heart leapt.
"Hey," she whispered, caught completely off guard.
His eyes slid from her to the little girl." How was the boat trip?" his voice cracked.
Cheeks warm, Gabrielle said, "Umm, not bad." Then she remembered the reason for all this. " Oh, meet Emilia," she smiled, as she lightly tugged Emilia from her back.
Hands knotting her cute little top, she whispered,
" Good day, sir," eyes darting from the tall, imposing man to the ground.
Edward looked at his girl, fingers clenched to keep from hugging her. "Hi there, little cutie. Is that chocolate I see on your face?" he commented softly.
"Why, I love chocolate too. Any left for me?"
Her hands rolling a lock of her hair, "I am sorry, I will get you a whole pack next time," she said, chin slightly tilted, chuckling.
His eyes darted to Gabrielle.
He exhaled softly." There are things we need to be clear on... about Emilia," he paused. Letting her digest what he just said.
"That's why I am here," she responded calmly.
His eyes narrowed at her words. But he continued."We will have this discussion after you both get settled in."
Nodding in agreement, she nibbled on her lower lip, clearly worried, or was she nervous? He couldn't tell. He wanted to kiss away that frown she currently wore, trace his fingers across those lips. He wanted her down on her hands and knees, lips on his- okay, he has to stop. His daughter is right in front of him, and this is why he is here.
Not for her treacherous mother.
Continue Reading
I Returned With His child of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
All Chapters all
New Release Novels
7.7
Nora's life turned into a nightmare after she was banished from her pack by her own husband. She was subjected to mockery, abuse and humiliation before being cast out with nothing.
Faced with the cruelty of a world that had never once been kind to her, the moon goddess decided to bless her with her fated mate.
The same man she watched slaughter others without a single trace of mercy. The man who was twice as cold and twice as ruthless as the husband who destroyed her.
Yet he would not let her go. She found herself stuck between the husband who used her and the ruthless mate who wanted her but refused to admit it. Two powerful men. One woman who was never supposed to survive any of it. And a moon goddess who was not done with her yet.
8.1
Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
9.6
In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times.
Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet.
I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars.
That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me.
After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
"Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you."
Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again.
In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch.
But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby.
Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice.
"Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child."
Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago.
When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time."
At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago.
I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."
7.4
I single-handedly saved my family's corporate empire from a hostile takeover, securing our market share for the next decade.
But my grandfather didn't see me as a hero. He saw me as a flawed piece of inventory.
To calm the board and fix the reputation I supposedly ruined, he forced me into an arranged marriage, auctioning me off to the highest bidder.
Desperate, I turned to my childhood friend, Egnacio, the only person who ever promised to protect me.
But instead of saving me, he publicly humiliated me. He used my desperation as a networking opportunity, pitching my arranged marriage as a business deal to a ruthless private equity king named Dexter Mathews.
Later that night, I caught Egnacio holding my cruel cousin in his arms.
"What man wants to be with a woman who looks at you like she's planning a hostile takeover?"
Hearing him mock my pain shattered the last bit of hope I had.
I realized I was never family to them. I was just a sharp knife, used to cut down their enemies and then traded for cash before I got dull.
The heartbreak vanished, replaced by a cold, violent rage.
I didn't break, and I didn't run.
Instead, I got into the back of Dexter Mathews's car. He had watched my family tear me apart, but he didn't see a broken pawn. He saw a queen.
And together, we were going to burn their entire empire to the ground.
7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
9.0
I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son.
"Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics."
Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out.
Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold.
To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping.
Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money.
As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden.
"Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen."
Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul.
Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders.
The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer.
But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late.
Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort.
I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies.
Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.
