Pregnant with the Billionaire Vampire Heir

Ardonis’ point of view.The elevator doors slid open, revealing the cold expanse of my penthouse. Nyra followed me out, with nervous steps, as if her presence was unwelcome. It was but that does not mean she has to behave like a rat. The wedding had been a spectacle, every forced smile she gave the cameras, every polite nod she gave my associates, was all a lie that I paid for.“Home sweet fucking home” I groan.I don’t spare her a glance as I head down the hallway and finally into my bedroom. I dont have to look back to know she was following. The lights were low and the king-sized bed was laid neatly to perfection. I turned to her. Her wide green eyes were fixed on me, a look of fear I’d grown tired of seeing swam in them.“Take your dress off”, I ordered. My voice flat, devoid of any warmth.She flinched but didn’t argue. With trembling fingers, she went to the back of her dress. The white fabric whispered as it slid down her body, pooling at her feet leaving her in nothing but a se

Ardonis’ point of view.***6 years later***“Mr. Stepanov…., your blood analysis confirmed it. You have stage three heamatodipsia.” I don’t move as Dr. Halloran hands me the test results.For a moment I imagined that perhaps the doctor made a mistake. in the past, Vampires never got truly sick. They were weakened, starved, harmed—but disease didn’t touch them.Until now.The doctor continued. “It’s the same strain recorded in the recent medical reports. Your nervous system will gradually deteriorate. Paralysis begins in approximately six months, and then—”“Death.” I cut in.Silence thickened the room like fog. Halloran swallowed.“I’m sorry.”I stood up and left without another word.I had seen others brought down by this disease. Proud clan lords, brought down gasping for breath while human reporters whispered that perhaps they weren’t gods after all.The drive back surfaced a memory from six years ago.I remember sitting in my office when the phone rang. The hospital number flashed

Ardonis’ point of view.“Mr. Stepanov, I’ve compiled a list of what I could find on Nyra Hearthe.” The private detective I hired James, said.“Let’s get into it then.” I gestured for him to sit and took a seat across from him, heart racing.“Miss Hearthe keeps a very private life,” he began carefully. “Public records are limited. She avoids social media, keeps her home address off databases. Only thing I got is business related.”“Go on...”“She spent a few years working in an underground lab making drugs for simple diseases think over the counter drugs like paracetamol, Ibuprofen, aspirin etc. But here’s how she made her billions; get this, she took those basic medications and carried them to the next level. Her brand of these over-the-counter drugs work in less than a minute with no side effects what so ever.”“How is that even possible?” I ask.“Only she knows, sir.”“Did you get anything on a man, Xavier Locke?” My voice came out strained.He is silent, then, “He’s her lead scient

Ardonis’ point of view.The e-mail for the shareholders and executives meeting seemed urgent. I almost ran to the boardroom.The room is full. Executive heads of the major departments are all here. Every face is turned toward the woman at the head of the table.Nyra, sitting majestically like she was born to rule, the queen of a corporate kingdom. The large screen behind her glowed with numbers I no longer had any control over.She tapped the mic. “There have been updates to the company budget and resource allocation,” she said, her tone calm and businesslike. “Naturally, some roles will be restructured.”“First, director Chan, head of Media and publicity, you will be moved to taxes. I have not seen any significant improvements in your department since you were given a hundred million dollars in the resource allocation last year.”Director Chan starts to protests, but she cuts him off. “If you are unhappy with your new position director, you are welcome to quit.” That shut him up inst

Nyra’s point of view I’m reviewing charts when the door to my private office swung open without a knock. What is up with people entering my office without knocking first. I rise to give the person a piece of my mind but, I stalled when I see who the person is. My father. “Dad?” my voice rises. “What are you doing here?” He shuts the door behind him, and darted his eyes around as if confirming something he already knew. “I came because we need to talk,” he says. “Privately” Bad sign. Very bad sign. “I’m working,” I reply carefully. “If you need something—” “Yes, I do need something.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Money.” Of course. I hadn’t seen him in years and he never bothered to look for me or ask about my welfare. But I could count on him to be the greedy motherfucker I always knew he was. “What did you do this time?” I ask slowly. “I didn’t do anything,” he snaps. “But people are asking questions. Dangerous people.” “Questions about what?” He leans in. “A