All Chapters of Impregnated By The Billionaire: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

When the next time Claire returned to her senses, she was staggered to find herself back at Vincent’s mansion.Weird. The last time she remembered—after giving her head one hell of torture—, someone had knocked her out in the cab. She couldn’t forget that stupid ass face. The features of it were all over her brain. But that man was far from the question of the hour. Her most pressing concern was to dig up what the hell happened and how she made it back to Vincent.Of course, the first person to question for answers was Vincent himself.Yanking the sheets away, Claire brought her feet to the floor, underestimating how cold the tiles could be with the air-conditioning turned on and God knew for how long. However, she barely made it to the door when the metallic knob turned and someone gently pushed the door open.For Claire, it was hard to tell if the breath skipping out of her lungs was that of relief or shock when a dead-tired Vincent slipped inside through the narrow crack. An overwh

Claire never thought of a day she would have to force herself to cry. She might have orchestrated dramatic situations in her life, but she wasn’t exactly one. She hated pretending to be someone she was not or doing something she would rather not.But then, her so-called father passed away and now everyone around her had tears racing down their faces. Except for Claire. Of course. And just when she thought she could at least hail some fake tears to the surface, if only to save herself from being awkward, her stepmother—Lola Berkeley—wrinkled her nose in distaste and flung a slap hard on her cheek.Fuck. It stung. In more than one way.“How dare you?” The woman yelled, her cheeks flushed and eyes red-shot. “After everything you’ve done, how dare you show up here?”“Mom!” Before Claire could wake up from the shock of being humiliated in the presence of all the guests in their gardens, her brother—Marvin—jumped to her rescue. The rescue she didn’t need but was too late to do anything to s

After dropping Claire at the Berkeley Villa, Vincent had every intention of waiting outside until she was done. However, the moment she disappeared inside the gates and he grabbed his phone to call Ajax to let him know he wouldn’t be able to make it to work, the passenger side door opened and a man slipped inside.“Hey, what the hell?” But the second the man turned to face him, Vincent’s face pinched into one of a grimace. “Gael?” This had to be some mistake, but as much as it seemed like one, Vincent did his best not to double-take. “What are you doing? What’s going on?”Gael took a second to look around them before jutting his chin towards the steering wheel. “Drive.”“What?” Startled, Vincent shook his head, fingers curling tightly around the wheel. “I can’t. Claire is inside and I can’t leave her al—”“Listen to me very carefully, Vincent Halest,” taking off his aviators, Gael cut his sharp gaze at him. “If you don’t crack the ignition right about now, I’m going to haul you out of

Claire wasn’t sure if she knew what was going on.It had to be a hallucination.Perhaps the slap her bitchy stepmother planted on her cheek truly moiled her brain. Or it could be the small amount of alcohol she consumed to numb the pain that now she was seeing things—the things that made no sense at all.Ajax Halest stood outside the Berkeley Villa with his usual bulletproof expression. Back pressed against the car, arms folded, stabbing those charcoal-black eyes right through her.“Hey—Uh” despite being bombarded by a million of questions that might justify his reason to switch places with Vincent, she tried to be cordial. “I thought Vince—”“We don’t have time for the chatter,” the man said dismissively and peeled his back off of the car. Wasting no second—something that did not come as a surprise—he opened the door of the car and waited. “Get in.”Claire could tell she did not have a choice. Not when Ajax himself showed up to pick her up. There was something terribly odd about the

Getting the hell out of old Halest Villa without being seen or interrupted by anyone was a task on its own. She knew if she asked for permission, they wouldn’t let her. They had too much faith in her to cause more trouble than actually helping solve one. But right now, Claire didn’t know how to give single fuck to they assumed her of being capable or not. Vincent would probably chide her for not using the opportunity to make his family hate her any lesser, but quite obviously, she had much more on her mind than making impressions.The second the cab pulled up in the driveway, she paid the driver and hopped out of the car.The relief that coursed through her seeing Lucas already at the door was inexplicable.“You sure know how to give someone a good scare, don’t you?” But the moment he opened his mouth while holding the door open for her, she couldn’t help but frown.“Don’t have time for the crap, Lucas,” Claire snapped, fixing him with a hard glare. “This is important.”Lucas lifted h