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Pregnant with the Billionaire Vampire Heir I want to Worship you
Nyra point of view.I paced the length of my living room, the clock on the wall ticking loudly in the silence.Ever since Xavier said he was going to handle the blackmailing issue from my father, I’ve been a bottle of nerves just dying to burst out. Every ring of my phone made me jump, expecting another threat, another demand. When the doorbell rang, my stomach dropped, and I rushed to the door anyway.Xavier stood on the porch, looking calm and collected, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me."It's done," he said simply, stepping inside before I could even invite him in. "He won't be bothering you anymore.""What? How?" I stammered, my heart racing.He reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick, weathered folder. "I told you I would take care of it didn’t I ?”I took the folder, my hands trembling slightly. I opened it, the smell of old paper and chemicals wafting up. There were charts, chemical formulas, genetic sequences—dated, detailed, and undeniable. It was all the
Pregnant with the Billionaire Vampire Heir Clear Warning
Xaviers point of view.The file sat on my desk, a physical manifestation of the poison infecting Nyra's life.I had forwarded the messages her father sent to a secure terminal, and seeing them lined up, the timestamps creeping closer and closer together, made my blood boil. The demands were ridiculously exorbitant, climbing into the millions with each subsequent text. Wire the funds. Or else. He was bleeding her dry, preying on her guilt and her fear. It was fucking parasitic.A sharp knock on my office door pulled me from my seething thoughts. "Come in."Marcus, the private investigator I'd hired, walked in. He was a quiet man, unassuming, with eyes that missed nothing."Did you find anything?" I asked, skipping the pleasantries.Marcus placed a slim folder on the desk. "We got lucky. The father used one of the burner phones to place a delivery order near the waterfront. It wasn't encrypted like his usual digital trails."I opened the folder. There was a grainy photo of a man who lo
Pregnant with the Billionaire Vampire Heir Date Night
Nyra’s point of view.“BAANG!”The heavy oak door of Victor’s mansion slammed shut behind us with a finality that felt like a tomb sealing shut. I let out a long, ragged breath, the weight of the old vampire's hopelessness settling heavily on my shoulders. On the bright side, Xavier, Ardonis and I are going to be stuck together in the car. The ride back to the office was going to be fun."Well," I said, sliding into the back seat of the sleek black sedan, "that failed. Terribly.”Xavier started the car, the engine purring to life, but he didn't immediately put it in gear. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his expression thoughtful. "Not necessarily. Finding the source of the disease—seeing it in its terminal stage with Victor—could provide crucial information on the structure of it. It’s valuable data, Nyra."He shifted into drive, and we pulled away from the crumbling gothic estate, leaving the dust and the darkness behind. The drive back to the city was filled with a suffocat
Pregnant with the Billionaire Vampire Heir Test Subjects
Ardonis point of view.It's not chemicals," she muttered, stopping to tap a pen against her chin. "The last trial proved that. The cellular rejection is too aggressive.But It’s also not a poison we can counteract. It's a rewrite. The cure might not be chemical... it could be genetic. But to even begin to map that, we need more data. We need to study another case."She stopped and looked at me, her expression a mixture of hope and desperation. "Ardonis. Do you know anyone? Another vampire who might be suffering from this? Anyone we could contact to help?"I almost laughed. "You're joking, right? us Vampires are secretive, Nyra. We're wary of humans on our best day. We certainly don't line up to be lab rats for doctors. They’re not all as desperate as me you know." I saw the flicker of hurt in her eyes and sighed. "No. I can't think of anyone."But as I said the words, a memory surfaced from the depths of my mind, the faint ghost of a conversation from decades ago. An old recluse, a he
Pregnant with the Billionaire Vampire Heir Creating a Hypothesis
Nyra’s point of view. today.Ardonis is on the examination chair, shirtless, wires suctioned to his chest and temples.The Electrodes are meant to trace the steady-but-not-quite rhythm of his heart. He looks restrained without being restrained, and the irony isn’t lost on me.Xavier stands to my right, his arms folded, jaw tight. He hasn’t looked directly at Ardonis since we walked in.Awkward doesn’t even begin to cover it. The tension could melt ice.But this cure has to work. It has to. After the failed gala event, the investors are circling around like sharks, and another failed trial could sink everything I’ve worked so hard to build.I clear my throat and tap the tablet in my hand. “Have you noticed any changes since the last episode? Anything at all—pain levels, strength fluctuations, any more blood cravings?”Ardonis shrugs, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “No. Same pain. Same weakness. Same delightful sense of impending doom.”I ignore the sarcasm. “Nothing new?”He hesitates.“Th
Pregnant with the Billionaire Vampire Heir Folktales of Vampires
Ardonis point of view.The fall was endless.One moment I was standing on the edge of black rock, the next, the ground was gone. I was plummeting through a void of screaming winds and jagged shadows, my body tumbling over and over. Then, the ground rushed up to meet me—not solid earth, but a sea of upturned, wooden stakes. I hit them with a wet, sickening crunch, the wood piercing my body from a dozen different angles. I felt my own blood, hot and thick, gurgle in my throat as my vision tunneled into blackness.I jolted awake in my bed, my own strangled gasp echoing in the quiet room. My sheets were soaked with sweat, my heart hammering a frantic, terrified rhythm against my ribs. It was the third time this week. The nightmares were getting worse, more vivid, more creative.Last week, I had been burned alive, tied to a pyre while faceless chanted in a language I didn't recognize. The week before, I had drowned in a river of my own blood, unable to stop the flow from a wound in my gut
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