**dragons finds out araya is pregnant**

I watched him with my gaze, my heart pounding as I wrestled with the voices in my head. Maybe I should say yes, give myself a chance. Ashley wanted him as her brother-in-law, and maybe—just maybe—I could give my unborn child a complete family.

Yang looked like a total gentleman. There was something in his eyes—something tender, something genuine. Love. Care. He wasn't just asking for me; he was asking for the child growing inside me, offering to be the father it needed.

A few seconds passed, our eyes locked in an intense exchange. He waited for my answer, his patience unwavering, his expression filled with unspoken emotions. Inside me, a war raged—a battle between fear and hope, between my past and the possibility of a different future. Could I trust this man? Could I take this leap of faith?

"I know you think I'm a total freak for asking you to be my wife on our first date, but I want—"

"are you sure " I cut him off before I could second-guess myself.

His eyes widened in shock, his breath hitching. "What?"

I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, Yang. Although I don't know you well, and this is our first date, I want to give us a chance. Before I give you an answer are you sincere about me, you won't have any regrets"

In a heartbeat, he pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in warmth. I felt the way his heartbeat thundered against mine, and in that moment, I realized he had been just as nervous as I was.

"Do you mean it?" he whispered against my hair.

"Yes," I repeated, more firmly this time, feeling a strange sense of peace settle over me.

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**Nora's POV**

I can't believe it. After eight grueling months of effort, I am finally his girlfriend. Nine months of playing the perfect role, of getting into his life through his sister. Wow. I'm such a gamer.

A small, satisfied smile curled at the corners of my lips as I gazed at him. He was shirtless, his muscular back flexing as he applied hair cream to his messy bun. My body still buzzed from the heated encounter we had just shared. The thought made my cheeks flush.

Thank goodness for his sister. She had been emotionally drained at the time, making it easy for me to slide into his life, to get close enough to understand him. After Emma, he had given no meaning to anyone, and I had capitalized on that.

I sat up from the bed, my silk sheets pooling around my waist as I walked toward him.

"Baby…" I purred, my fingers trailing down his spine.

But instead of responding, he pushed me away, his glare sharp as a blade.

"Are you out of your senses, Miss Nora?" His voice was ice. He turned to face me, his gaze filled with disdain. "This relationship is nothing more than a compromise. You have no right to touch me unless I ask you to."

I gulped, my hands trembling. I had always known this was a compromise, but lately, he had become more aggressive, more ruthless—as if he was missing something, or someone, he couldn't quite grasp.

"Aur...I...I—" I stuttered, but my words died in my throat when his fingers wrapped around my neck.

"You don't understand, do you?" he hissed, his grip tightening. "I am only doing this for Emma. Aside from her, no one else matters. Get that into your head, or you'll find both yours and your father's heads on the floor."

My breath caught. My body went rigid.

"What?" I gasped, horror creeping into my veins.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out who your father is?" He grimaced and pulled out a gun, cocking it with an effortless flick. "Did you think you could lie to me, Miss Nora Donald? I am no fool. You and your father played me for one, and now you're going to pay."

His voice was cold, void of any emotion. Then, with the speed of light, his hand shot out, landing a brutal slap across my cheek.

Pain exploded across my face. My hand flew to my burning skin, my eyes wide with disbelief.

"I made your father, and I can destroy him just as easily," he said darkly, pressing the barrel of the gun to my forehead.

I trembled, my body betraying me.

Then he leaned in, his breath ghosting over my ear as he whispered, "The only reason I haven't discarded you yet is because, despite your scheming, you're decent in bed. But even then, you're not as good as my real sex doll. She was a virgin. She was pure. You?" He chuckled darkly. "You're nothing but a cheap replacement."

Tears pricked my eyes, the humiliation cutting deeper than any physical pain. I lifted my gaze to meet his, but his eyes were as icy as ever.

"Don't give me that look, sex doll," he sneered. "You got what you wanted."

Then, as if he hadn't just ripped my soul apart, he ran a finger across my cheek and chuckled before walking away.

I collapsed onto the floor, shaking.

He didn't love me. He never would.

And for the first time, I realized I had never truly won him.

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**Araya's POV**

"Will you be my wife and make me the father of your child?" Yang's voice was gentle yet firm, filled with an earnest sincerity I wasn't used to.

A chilly current ran through me as he reached for my hand, his warmth seeping into my cold fingers.

"I know you might think I'm a pervert or that I'm stalking you," he continued, his eyes searching mine. "But I've seen you before—at the mall, at work, at restaurants. I've watched you walk home with your sister. But do you know when I first fell in love with you?"

I shook my head, my throat too tight to speak.

"It was the day I saw you standing in the rain, drenched to the bone. You were crying, but you weren't hiding it. You let the rain take your pain away." He cleared his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I wanted to reach out to you that day. But I didn't. I hesitated."

His words hit me like a wave, raw and honest. My breath hitched as memories of that day came rushing back.

He was the one. The one who had silently left an umbrella for me that day. The one who had watched over me when I thought no one cared.

Tears welled in my eyes, but this time, they weren't of sorrow.

"If you say yes," he whispered, "I will be the happiest man on earth."

I placed my hand on my belly, feeling the gentle movement of the life growing inside me.

"My child… will never be a threat to your life?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes softened. "Our child will never be a threat to us. And I will never falter when loving them."

A smile broke across my lips, and for the first time in months, I felt warmth spread through my chest.

I took a deep breath and, in Korean, I said, "Ne, dangsin-ui anaega doel-ibnida."

"Yes?" Yang gasped, his face lighting up with sheer joy.

Then, without warning, he scooped me into his arms, spinning me around as he laughed in pure, unrestrained happiness.

Maeu gamsaha bnida. Salanghae, gomawo Kath nal haengbeghage haejwosero. (Thank you very much. I love you, thank you for making me happy.) As long as I live, I will forever appreciate this favor.

"Oh my God." A small smile graced my lips as he swung me in the air. I laughed breathlessly, feeling his excitement radiate off him like a force of nature. He was overreacting, but I didn't mind. No one would believe this was the same respectable billionaire Ash had talked so much about. He looked carefree, unguarded. And for the first time in nine months, I felt special. I felt wanted.

For the first time in nine months, I was not invisible.

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Dragons

I sat up straight in my car, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I glared at the empty house in front of me. My chest heaved with frustration, with something darker, heavier. I had thought making her go away would solve my problem. Instead, it had only worsened it.

Why do I feel this way? Why does it feel like I've lost something precious? And why, despite everything, do I find myself wishing she was still here?

A bitter scoff escaped my lips. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair and climbed out of the car, the cool night air biting against my skin. The house stood lifeless, empty, just like my heart. This was probably the hundredth time I had come here since her departure. If I wasn't here, I felt like my heart would stop beating.

I stormed toward the door and slammed it open, the sound echoing through the silence. My footsteps felt heavy as I wandered inside, eyes scanning every corner of the house, every inch of space she once occupied. My legs carried me into the kitchen, and the moment I stepped inside, her scent wrapped around me like a ghostly embrace.

This was my sanctuary. This was where I came when I needed to feel close to her.

Thirty minutes passed as I wandered aimlessly, my fingers tracing over forgotten objects, lingering on the memories she had left behind. I told myself I would leave soon. I always told myself that. And yet, as I turned to go, my gaze landed on the one place I had avoided all this time—her room.

My breath hitched. My feet felt like they were glued to the ground.

I had searched every part of this house for traces of her. Every crook, every corner. But I had never stepped into her room.

Because I wasn't ready to face my feelings.

What harm could it do? Just a dragon checking on his ex-sex doll's room. It's not like I'm stealing anything.

That thought made my stomach twist, but I ignored it, forcing myself forward. Step by step, I climbed the stairs, passing the first door, the second, until I stood before the third—her door.

"Our Little Ara" was carved into the wood, the letters small and delicate. My fingers traced over them as my throat tightened.

I inhaled sharply and pushed the door open.

The air inside was stale, but the room itself was untouched, frozen in time. My eyes landed on a portrait hanging on the wall, and my breath caught. A younger version of her stared back at me, big hazel eyes filled with innocence, her toothy grin slightly crooked. She must have been seven when she took this picture.

For a moment, I forgot everything. The noise in my head quieted. The chaos in my heart stilled. I just stood there, staring at her, as if I could turn back time.

But then, my gaze shifted.

A small pink box sat on the dresser, locked.

My fingers twitched.

Overwhelmed by curiosity, I stepped forward and picked it up.

Inside were dozens of photographs—her and her family camping, laughing, living. My grip tightened. I shouldn't be looking at this. I was prying into something that wasn't mine.

I turned to leave. But as I moved, the box slipped from my hands, its contents scattering across the floor.

"What the fuck?" I grimaced, feeling a sudden surge of anger.

Why was this annoying me? Why did everything about her irritate me? I clenched my fists, kneeling to gather the fallen pictures when something caught my eye.

A note. Wrapped together in a bundle.

I frowned, reaching for it. My heart pounded as I unfolded the paper and began to read.

The first word made my blood freeze.

Pregnant.

A chill ran down my spine, my entire body locking in place.

My fingers trembled. My breath turned shallow.

Pregnant?

I flinched and dropped the letter as if it

had burned me.