Semua Bab PREGNANT and REJECTED by the BILLIONAIRE : Bab 1 - Bab 8

(Lyra’s POV)“Why did it have to be me?”I pressed my hand against my abdomen as I made my way out of the hospital. The weight of the ultrasound report in my bag felt like a stone pressing into my chest, suffocating me with each step I took.Pregnant.It didn’t feel like a miracle. It didn’t feel like something that should bring joy. All I could feel was fear—fear of what this child would mean for me, for my already broken life.I’d never wanted to be in this position. I had no desire to bring a child into a world like this, especially not when I wasn’t even sure I could protect it. If this baby had been given the chance to find parents who could love and nurture it, then maybe it would have a chance at life. But I… I wasn’t sure I was capable of being a mother, not under these circumstances.The memories of how I got here made my stomach churn. It was Rhys. It always came back to him. The reason I was in this mess was his cold, vengeful desire. All because of something my mother did

(Lyra’s POV)“You look like you belong on a magazine cover,” someone whispered behind me.I glanced over my shoulder. A woman on the bus was staring at me, eyes wide with admiration. Another leaned forward from her seat and added, “She’s glowing. Even with that baby bump, she looks radiant.”I offered a small smile and shifted uncomfortably in my seat, adjusting the hem of my cardigan to cover the tight stretch of my belly.“How far along are you?” a third woman asked, her voice warm and curious.“Eight months,” I replied gently, resting my hands over the life growing inside me.There were murmurs of congratulations and motherly advice as the chatter moved away from me, and I stared out the window, watching the narrow, dusty road roll beneath us. The bus rocked gently with every turn. It was strange how calm everything felt. It was the first time in months I hadn’t been constantly looking over my shoulder.But I shouldn’t have let my guard down.Meanwhile, two hours away, in the luxur

(Lyra’s POV)"Can I ask for something warm? Just... something simple."The maid blinked at me, caught off guard by my sudden appearance in the kitchen. I hadn’t expected anyone to still be working this late.She nodded quickly. "Of course, Madam. Please, sit. You look tired."I gave her a polite smile and lowered myself into the nearest chair. My lower back ached, my ankles were swollen, and the baby had been kicking since I woke from my nap.It had only been a few hours since Rhys dragged me back here, and yet the air inside the villa already felt heavy again—like walking into a room where all the windows had been shut for too long. Everything about this place was suffocating.I ate quietly, every bite mechanical. Then I returned upstairs, moving slower now. My belly made everything a chore—bending, lifting, walking. Sleep, at least, was the one escape I could still rely on.Down the hall, behind a closed study door, Rhys sat at his desk, his jaw clenched so tightly it could’ve crack

(Lyra’s POV)“Where is my son?”The scream ripped out of me before I even realized I was awake. My body jerked forward in bed, tears already sliding down my cheeks.Pain shot through my abdomen, and I reached down—desperate, disoriented—searching for the familiar swell.My hands landed on gauze.And emptiness.No. No, no—A nurse burst into the room, her expression wide with alarm. “Miss Vance! You have to lie down—please, you just came out of surgery—”“I want my baby!” My voice cracked, raw from hours of silence and sobbing in sleep. “Where is he? Where’s my son?!”Two more nurses rushed in to hold me down, their touch gentle but firm. Their eyes didn’t meet mine. Not one of them could look at me.That silence… that pity... it said everything.My body trembled uncontrollably.He was gone.I stopped hearing the nurses. I stopped feeling the bed. All that remained was a ringing in my ears, and the hollow, impossible truth echoing inside me.He’s dead.He died before I could even hold