The Billionaire's Exception: Elena's Revenge

***Elena’s POV*** “Congratulations, Mrs. Hart. You’re three weeks gone.” For a moment, I thought I misheard. Me?? Pregnant??!! “I’m… I'm what?” My voice came out thin, fragile, like it might shatter if I pushed it too hard. The doctor smiled gently as he slid the report across the desk. “Pregnant. Everything looks normal so far. You just need to rest properly from time to time and do not stress yourself.” My hands trembled as I grabbed the paper. My eyes skimmed the lines once. Then twice. Then again. Positive. Yes, positive. The word stared back at me, bold and undeniable. I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest tightening as disbelief gave way to something hot and overwhelming. Joy. Relief. Hope. Real, dangerous hope. “Thank you,” I whispered, already standing, feeling adrenaline rush through me. I didn’t wait for anything else. I rushed out of the clinic with the report clutched tightly in my hand, my heart racing as if it wanted to outrun my body. I called fo

***Dominic's POV***“You sure not one survived?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silent night air like a blade.Rooks, my personal assistant and right-hand man replied. “Yes, Boss. We made sure to clear them all. Not a single gangster is left breathing.”As much I wanted to believe him, I couldn't. I needed to confirm myself. I've always been like that. Seeing was believing so I started walking towards the place that used to be their hideout.I’ve learned, much in a harsh way—never take anyone’s word as truth. In my world, I don't get to sleep with my both eyes closed.Not after I had witnessed betrayal firsthand when I was just six. The memory never faded, and I don't think it ever will. My father, Chief Alfred, once hailed as the fiercest and most successful CEO in the Blackhood lineage, knelt with a golden dagger –his own dagger buried in his heart. His best friend and right-hand man stood over him, blood dripping from the blade with a triumphant smirk tugging on his lips.I

***Elena’s POV***Entertaining??I scoffed internally. What the hell does he mean by that?? The word echoed in my mind long after Dominic left the study. I didn’t know if he meant work… or humiliation. Given the sharp gleam in his eyes, I suspected both. The maid escorted me back to the room where I’d first woken up. My mind was a storm of thoughts — confusion, hatred, curiosity, fear. Mostly fear though. But beneath it all lay a small, stubborn ember of defiance that refused to die no matter how battered I was. I had survived hell once already… I would not break again. I sank into the sofa near the massive window. The morning light cut through the glass, spilling gold over polished marble floors. Somewhere below, I could hear the faint buzz of activity — guards, men talking, engines running. This is Dominic’s world… Ruthless. Efficient. Dangerous. Sadly… mine now, too. Juliet appeared not long after. Her kind eyes studied me carefully, like she already knew something had