All Chapters of Pregnant for the Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Damien’s POV When the call ended, I sat there for a long moment, staring at the beads again. Something about them felt… heavier now. But I shook it off. There was no room left in my life for ghosts. I slipped the pouch into my jacket pocket, gathered the last of my documents, and signalled Louis. “Everything ready?” I asked. “Yes, sir. The car’s waiting.” “Good. Let’s go.” The day was unusually bright for Evercrest. The kind of brightness that made you suspicious, too perfect, too still. We pulled out of the driveway, the hum of the engine steady beneath us. I leaned back, watching the city fade into the distance. I had one thought running through my head, Elena’s face when she saw me at the play. The twins running into my arms. That was the image I held onto as the skyline blurred by. Until Louis spoke. “Sir,” he said quietly, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. “What is it?” “There’s a car behind us. Black sedan. Been following since we left the unde

Elena’s POVThe drive to Airport was a blur of headlights and pounding hearts. I could barely remember the turns we took or the towns we passed. Every thought, every breath, every prayer was the same name, Damien.By the time we landed in Evercrest, dawn was just beginning to break, painting the horizon in pale streaks of pink and gold. It should have been beautiful, but all I saw was dread.When we arrived at the hospital, the corridors smelled of antiseptic and exhaustion. Nurses moved quietly, doctors in blue scrubs passed briskly, and the world inside those walls ran on urgency and silence.Margo and Thomas took the twins to the Rothschild family home, not Damien’s apartment. His mother insisted. “They don’t need to see him like this,” she said softly, her eyes already rimmed with tears.I agreed. The last thing I wanted was for Arya and Brian to see tubes and machines where their father’s laughter should have been.As soon as the children left, Elijah and I rushed into the hos

Elena’s POVHospitals had a way of swallowing time.I didn’t know how long I had been standing by the ICU window, watching Damien through the glass. The light had changed outside, morning slipping into something brighter, then fading again, but inside, nothing moved except the slow rhythm of the monitors.He looked the same. Still. Pale. Unreachable.I pressed my fingers against the glass, tracing the faint outline of his hand beneath the sheet. “You hear me, right?” I whispered. “You just need to wake up. That’s all. I’ll handle the rest.”The words steadied me more than they should have.I had a meeting scheduled with the new assistant, but every part of me resisted leaving him. I couldn’t shake the fear that something would happen the moment I turned my back, that the machines would stop, that the beeping would turn flat, that I’d lose him while signing some stupid document miles away.I took a shaky breath and pulled out my phone.“Elijah?”His voice came through, low and alert. “

Elena’s POVMorning sunlight cut soft streaks through the drapes of Damien’s study. Dust motes floated lazily in the light, tiny ghosts of the life that used to fill this room.Raymond and I sat across from each other at the long mahogany desk. Between us lay a neat pile of files: the same documents John had tried to remove earlier. The folders were worn at the edges, the paper inside slightly creased, handled too many times, by too many hands.I could almost feel Damien’s presence in the room. The faint scent of his cologne lingered here, mixed with the smell of ink and old paper. It gave me courage.“All right,” I said softly, opening the top file. “Let’s see what James was so desperate to get his hands on.”Raymond adjusted his glasses and leaned closer, his weathered hands steady as he began sorting through the documents.“The first few are standard,” he murmured. “Board summaries, quarterly analyses, investment briefings… but these,” he pulled out a thinner folder “, these are dif

Elena’s POVThe atmosphere in the boardroom was heavier than I’d expected.The moment Raymond and I walked in, all conversation stilled. Every seat was taken, a sea of tailored suits and wary eyes. And there, lounging comfortably in Damien’s chair, sat James Railey.My husband’s chair.His fingers drummed lazily on the armrest, his smirk wide enough to make my blood simmer. Isabelle sat two seats away, her chin raised, smugness radiating off her like expensive perfume.Mathias entered beside me with two lawyers in tow, their presence commanding immediate attention. Behind us, Raymond and two of Adrian’s men stood quietly by the door, their expressions unreadable.Jamie let out a small, amused laugh. “Well, this is unexpected,” he said, leaning back in the chair as though it were his throne. “Mrs. Rothschild… you aren’t part of this meeting.”A few chuckles rippled across the room, nervous, shallow laughter from those too spineless to pick a side yet.I said nothing. Instead, I walked