All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Mistake: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I just came back from my doctor's appointment. I tried calling Nicolas so many times so he could accompany me, but he never answered. The one time he answered, he snapped at me, telling me not to call him again. With a heavy heart and feeling lonely, I completed my check-up.The doctor told me that I was fragile and that if don’t start taking care of myself then I might lose my babies. I wanted Nicolas there with me so I could have someone to lean on and share my worries with but I was all alone in the hospital. I cried the whole home thinking about my babies. As I stepped into the living room, the sound of laughter from Ava and her friends—Stella and Rose—echoed through the space. They were sitting comfortably, sipping wine and chatting as if they didn’t have a care in the world. The stark contrast between their lightheartedness and the heaviness in my chest made my throat tighten.I wiped away the tears that threatened to spill over, forcing myself to stay composed. I didn’t want to

"Do whatever you want to with that bastard in your belly but don't try to trap me with that," Nico warned coldly as they walked away. I collapsed into a sobbing mess as I heard their laughter. After what felt like forever I picked up myself and walked to my room. I couldn't let them break me. I needed to be strong for my babies. I quickly took a shower and made my way into the kitchen to eat and take my medicine. When I entered the dining room, Nicolas was sitting alone working on his phone. I slowly walked up to him. When he heard my footsteps, he raised his head and looked at me. I stopped in my tracks swelling hard at his hard expression. I hesitantly made my way to the dining table and sat down beside him. I expected him to shout or yell but nothing came. I released a sigh of breath. This was the first time since everything happened we were alone, I looked around for Ava or her friends, and thank god there was no one. "Nico," I called after contemplating. He didn't respond and c

The only thing going on in my mind was I'm sorry babies, Mommy couldn't protect you. In your next life please be born to a loving family.And then, as if the universe had finally decided to throw me a lifeline, a deep, commanding voice sliced through the rain."Let. Her. Go."Everything stilled. The grip on my arm loosened slightly, just enough for me to gasp for air. My eyes darted toward the entrance of the alley, where a tall figure stood under the dim glow of the streetlamp.I didn’t recognize him.He was shrouded in darkness, his face partially obscured by the rain and the hood of his black coat. But even from a distance, I could feel the sheer intensity radiating from him. The way he carried himself—calm, controlled, yet utterly dangerous—sent a chill down my spine.The man holding me scoffed but didn’t let go. "And who the hell are you?" he slurred, tightening his grip on my arm again.The stranger didn’t answer. He just moved.Fast.Before the drunk could react, the man grabbed

In the next two hours, the maids packed all my things and dumped them in the living room like they were trash. I stood frozen, my mind unable to process what was happening.A bitter scoff broke through the silence."How can she be so shameless?" one of the maids sneered, crossing her arms as she looked me up and down with disgust.Another maid snickered. "I know, right? Thinking she could baby-trap Nicolas King and become a rich lady of the society? What a joke. As if a man like him would ever fall for a pathetic scheme like that."The third maid, an older woman, shook her head in mock disappointment. "Gold diggers these days have no shame. She’s lucky Mr. King isn't ruining her life.""Oh, I think he is planning something, Nicolas King is not a person who shows mercy to the people who betray him."Their words sliced through me like a blade, but I forced myself to stand tall. I clenched my fists at my sides, refusing to give them the s

The sleek black Rolls-Royce glided to a halt in front of the grand King Mansion, its polished surface reflecting the estate’s glowing chandeliers. The bodyguard quickly stepped forward and opened the door.Nicolas King stepped out.His towering frame, dressed in a sharp tailored suit, emanated quiet fury. His face was expressionless, but the chill in his eyes and the tight line of his jaw told another story. He looked like a man who had buried his emotions under layers of steel.Ava slipped out after him, the navy blue dress hugging her curves perfectly, her pearl straps gleaming in the light. She smiled brightly, smoothing her hair before hurrying to his side.She reached out and gently clasped his hand. “Come on, Nico,” she said with a coy smile, leaning close. “Let’s go inside.” "Don't call me that." He said his voice was low. He only liked that name when Aria called him that. No one else called him except Aria. So he was annoyed Ava kept using it. Ava's smile faltered as she clen