All Chapters of THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

POV: LAURENFurthermore, I felt rough fingers tangle into my hair and yank mercilessly, forcing me to my feet. It felt like my scalp was tearing. I whimpered between tears and gasps.“L-let me go… Why… why are you doing this to me?” the question escaped in a weak whisper, as my eyes filled with tears of pain and outrage.“Oh, sweetheart, you're so dramatic, aren’t you?” I heard the mocking female voice above me.I jerked my head up instinctively, my heart pounding, and found myself face-to-face with Violet. Her hands were twisted in my hair, yanking it without an ounce of compassion. Her eyes gleamed with pure venom and wicked amusement.“How about we shut her up, huh?” Violet suggested, smiling in a way that sent a cold shiver through me.“What?” I stammered, my voice breaking with fear and the panic rising uncontrollably inside me. “What do you want with me? Let me go!”I felt my throat tighten, my breath hitch. My skin was slick with cold sweat, and every cell in my body screamed a

POV HENRYThe event had already begun. Theodor was left in the care of his grandmother, Lauren’s mother, while I made my way to the main hall, where the ball unfolded with its usual extravagance. I adjusted my tie in front of the mirror, straightened my suit jacket with a single tug, and stepped onto the stage with firm strides, immediately feeling every eye in the room turn toward me. The upright posture, the silence of the crowd, the subtle flashes… everything was calculated. I owned that room. “Good evening,” I began, my voice steady, confident, and intentionally measured. “I want to thank everyone who took time out of their day to attend this charity event. The Carters Industry fundraising account has already collected a significant amount, which will be directed to low-income families and communities in vulnerable situations.” Some nodded in agreement; others raised their

POV: HENRY“Give me one more chance, Henry. Just one,” Mia said in a whiny, sickly-sweet voice. “Let me love you the right way…” I stepped back, firm. I held my posture—rigid, unshaken. “I already have a wife.” My voice came out clear, without a single tremor. “I’m completely in love with Lauren.” My throat tightened just from saying her name out loud. “We’re having a daughter. And we’ll raise Theodor together.” I took a deep breath and puffed out my chest with pride. Every word came with the strength of an unbreakable truth. I looked down at Mia as if she were nothing more than a pathetic threat to what I had built with Lauren. “I have a family. Whole. Beautiful,” I added. “And I’ll do everything—absolutely everything—to protect them. To love them. To keep them far aw

POV: LAURENThe air vanished from my lungs. I was trembling. Cold sweat covered my skin. My heart was beating so fast it hurt. “I keep wondering…” he murmured, lowering his face over mine, his hot and repulsive breath making me turn my head away. “What it must feel like to be inside you?” “NO!” I tried to scream, but my voice failed. The scream died in my throat. His hand moved upward, slowly, toward my most intimate part. “Is it as warm as it looks, Lauren?” he whispered, sliding his fingers along the path I was desperately trying to keep protected. I cried, sobbing. My whole body trembled. But my mind was screaming: DO SOMETHING! “Please… don’t do this…” I whispered through tears, my entire body shaking. My voice came out broken, stuck in a thr

POV: HENRYI slammed the car to a stop in front of the Bouvier mansion. The engine was still running, but I couldn’t hear a thing. My hands gripped the steering wheel, so tightly the knuckles turned white. Rage consumed me from the inside—hot, corrosive—filling every inch with my body. My jaw ached from how hard I was clenching it. I wanted to get out. I wanted to walk into that house and rip the truth out with my own hands. But the phone vibrated on the console. Unknown number. I frowned. My stomach twisted. I knew it could only be them. The damn kidnappers. I answered. “Speak,” I said. The word came out dry, thick with tension. My throat felt like it was made of broken glass. “Mr. Carter,” said a distorted voice, digitally altered. Robotic. Cold. “We have your wife.” The air i