All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Regret : Chapter 311 - Chapter 315

ELARA’S POV. The paper beneath me crinkles as I shift, trying to get comfortable. It never works. Every time I’m on this bed, it feels colder… like the room knows what’s at stake. Nate’s fingers wrap around mine. I’m gripping tight enough to drain the blood from his knuckles, but he doesn’t complain. The ultrasound tech lowers the probe onto my stomach, eyes fixed on the screen. “There’s the head,” she murmurs. My breath snags. There she is — not a blur anymore, but a real baby. Curled. Tiny. Perfect. My throat burns, and I blink fast. No way I’m crying in front of strangers. The tech keeps moving, clicking, measuring. She pauses. Writes something down. Her face doesn’t change — but that’s the problem. Too still. Too professional. A chill runs down my spine. “Do you want to know the gender this time?” she asks, tone light but not her eyes. “I… I’d like it to be a surprise,” I manage. Nate jumps in before I finish. “We already know,” he says confident

NATE’S POVOur princess could not have chosen a worse moment for her first kick.One second Elara was crying into her tea. The next she was laughing like nothing had ever hurt her. And then that tiny flutter hit her belly and I swear the whole world shifted beneath my feet.For weeks I tried to get her involved in the nursery. I asked her opinions, showed her the crib options, begged her to just pick paint colors. She always slipped away. Flowers to tend, layouts to approve, furniture to order for other people’s homes. Everything mattered more than our own child’s room.But I knew better than to push. She is strong, yes, but until Nicolas is behind bars, she will always be bracing for the moment her nightmare tries to crawl back into her life. Even with all the raids, even with the police ripping apart his warehouse piece by piece, the bastard has not cracked. He will wait for the perfect time to strike.So we pretend life is normal. We pretend this city is safe. And we pretend that b