All Chapters of PREGNANT and REJECTED by the BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lyra's POVThe moment my eyes opened, pain shot through my skull like a bullet. I winced, clenching the sheets as I sat up in bed. My head throbbed with the kind of ache that only comes from too much thinking, a lot was really on my head, so much that I couldn't let out, too many sleepless nights, and holding back too many emotions. The weight of the past few days pressed down on me like a heavy fog, and for a second, I forgot where I was. The familiar scent of the sheets reminded me. I was still in Rhys' house. Still in the place that both comforted and confused me.Today was supposed to be the day I should leave, but was I really ready, ready to leave my treasure, my Finn.The words echoed in my mind like a whisper I couldn’t shut out. I had made up my mind last night. I was unable to keep living like this, in fear, confused, in a place where my heart was constantly torn between love and betrayal.Dragging myself out of bed, I slipped into my slippers and made my way down the hallw

Lyra's POVThe moment we were done talking, I stood up from the patio chair. The sky was brightening slowly, the promise of morning washing over everything, but inside me, there was still that storm.“I should go inside,” I said, my voice quiet, avoiding his eyes.“Lyra,” Rhys said suddenly, his voice pulling me back.I paused, glancing at him over my shoulder. “Yeah?”He stood too, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck, looking unsure. “May I ask you something?”I turned to face him fully. “Go ahead.”He took a step closer. “Can I… have a kiss? Just one? Not because of everything happening. Just because I miss you, darling, I truly miss you and I want you badly.”I hesitated, surprised by the softness in his voice. I could see he meant it. After a pause, I stepped forward and gave him a light peck on the lips. Simple. Soft. Quick.He smiled faintly. “Thank you.”I didn’t say anything. I just nodded and walked back inside, my heart beating a little faster than before…The next d

Lyra's POVFor the first time in what felt like forever, life felt… almost normal. The chaos hadn’t disappeared completely, there was still a hum of tension beneath the surface, but we had decided, as a family, to push it aside. At least for now. We chose peace. We decided each other.Rhys, Finn, and I.Every morning started the same. Breakfast together. Laughter over spilled juice and burnt toast. Finn telling us stories about his dreams or some random dinosaur fact he picked up. It was the kind of ordinary I never thought I’d have again.Rhys was different too. He smiled more, laughed easier, held my hand longer. He didn’t talk much about Antonio or Ciara. I knew it was still on his mind, but he was trying. We both were and just have to let it go, at least for the meantime.That Saturday morning, Finn woke up way too early and jumped into our bed.“Let’s go to the beach today! Please!” he begged, bouncing on the mattress.I groaned. “It’s not even 7 a.m., baby.”“Come on, Mom! I wan

Ciara's POVI'm done playing nice. I'm done being patient, and I'm done losing.Likewise, I sat in my apartment, pacing the floor like a lioness ready to rip apart anything in her path. My robe dragged along the floor, a half-finished drink in one hand, my phone in the other. The room was a mess, clothes everywhere, wine bottles, shredded photos of Rhys and that pathetic woman Lyra. I had been trying. God knows I had been trying. And every time I got close, every time I thought I had Rhys right where wanted him, that woman always shows up, and he chose her over me, that is really frustrating and daunting to the core.He said no. No to me. As if I were the one who should be ashamed. As if I were the problem. I stripped myself bare, gave him a simple condition for peace, and he looked at me like I was insane. He pushed me. He left me. And then, he told her. The bitch. He told her everything. I watched from a burner account as Lyra posted a stupid quote on her story: Truth builds trust.

A Mother’s FightLYRA POVMy screams echoed through the house, raw and devastating, tearing at my throat. “Finn! My baby!” The image of my son, blindfolded and trembling in that awful video, burned behind my eyes, I feel like my world is gradually ripping apart. His tiny voice, pleading for me.“Mommy, help!” stabbed my heart over and over. I couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop the sobs choking me. My boy, my Finn, was out there, alone, scared, and I was stuck here, useless. My chest felt like it was caving in, my heart shattered into a million pieces, and some kind of anger is beginning to burn inside me, the type I can't really phantom.Rhys stood across the living room, his face pale, his phone still in his hand from the call with Antonio. That monster. That vile, twisted man who dared to take my son. Rage surged through me, hot and unstoppable. I whirled on Rhys, my voice shaking with anger. “This is your fault!” I screamed, jabbing a finger at him. “You were supposed to keep him