Mr. Remington Got Me Pregnant novel Chapter 30

Emery’s POV

If Portia Remington wanted a war, she should have picked someone else. Someone who hadn’t just survived labor, heartbreak, and betrayal. But she didn’t. Instead, she got me.

The message came through Landon’s assistant, formal, cold, and carefully worded like a truce. Portia wanted a meeting. Said it was “for the child’s sake.”

I said yes, but only on my terms. No press, no board members, no staff hiding just out of sight. Just the three of us, in a room where no one else could listen in.

The private sitting room at the Remington estate was too clean, too polished. It had the feeling of a place designed for show, like no one ever sat there unless it was for appearances.

I arrived early, wearing black slacks and a crisp white blouse. I had zero patience and sat down hard on one of the couches, folding my arms, waiting.

Portia arrived right on time. Her heels clicked across the floor like the ticking of a clock, steady, sharp, demanding attention.

She walked in with that air she always had, the one where she thought she was both superior and charming.

“Emery,” she said, voice smooth and practiced. It was the same tone she used every time she wanted to remind me who I was dealing with. I didn’t bother to smile. I stayed where I was.

She sat down opposite me, crossing her legs with perfect poise. She clutched her purse tightly, like it was a shield.

“I came to keep peace, for the child’s sake,” she said carefully, every word measured and diplomatic.

I leaned back in my chair and met her gaze evenly. “Then listen carefully.” Her eyes flickered, uncertain for the first time. “You will respect me. You will keep your distance. And you will never. Never, mention my daughter. Not in this house. Not to anyone.”

Her lips pressed thin, tight, as if she was trying not to lose control.

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