All Chapters of Pregnant for the Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Elena’s POVThe sound of the monitor changed first, a sudden, sharp rhythm breaking through the monotony.Then came the gasp. A deep, shuddering breath that sent my heart careening out of my chest.I didn’t even remember standing. One second I was sitting beside him, my head resting on his arm, and the next I was on my feet, shouting for the doctors.“He’s awake!”The room exploded into motion.White coats poured in. Machines were checked, vitals noted, tubes adjusted. A doctor’s calm but firm voice cut through the air, “BP stabilising… yes, yes, good… prepare to remove the ventilator support.”I stood frozen, my hands pressed to my mouth, watching the miracle unfold like something out of a fever dream.Damien’s eyes, those cold, commanding grey eyes, blinked open again. Not with the sharpness of a man ready for war, but with the confusion of someone clawing his way back from the dark.He looked at me, unfocused at first, then found me again, really saw me. And for the first time in w

Elena’s POVThe call came just after sunrise.I was sitting in the hospital corridor, a paper cup of coffee going cold between my hands, staring through the glass wall into Damien’s ward. The machines blinked steadily, the light outside was pale and merciless, and I was so exhausted I barely felt like a person anymore.When my phone rang, I didn’t even check the name. I just answered.The moment I heard the voice, I regretted it.“Elena, what the hell have you done?”James.His tone wasn’t the smooth, arrogant calm I was used to. It was sharp, furious, the voice of a man watching his carefully built world begin to crumble.“You’ve ruined us!” he yelled before I could even speak. “You’ve ruined the company!”I didn’t move. My fingers tightened slightly around the cup, but my voice stayed calm. “Good morning to you too, James.”“Don’t you dare play polite with me!” he snapped. “Do you have any idea what you’ve caused with that Oswald nonsense? Do you know what the markets are doing? Do y

Elena’s POVThe morning light bled softly through the blinds, painting the hospital room in shades of gold and calm. The world outside was just beginning to stir, nurses changing shifts, soft footsteps in the corridor, the rhythmic hiss of ventilators in distant rooms.Inside, all was still.I had fallen asleep on the couch again, wrapped in one of the hospital blankets, my body stiff from nights spent in awkward positions, my mind trapped in an endless loop of prayers and memories.Something, maybe instinct, maybe hope, pulled me awake.I blinked and looked toward the bed.Damien’s eyes were open.For a heartbeat, I thought I was dreaming. I froze, too afraid to move, to breathe, to shatter the fragile moment. His gaze shifted, slow and unfocused at first, then settled on me.“Elena…”His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but it was real.I was on my feet before I knew it, tears blurring everything. “Damien?”He blinked, the corners of his lips twitching into a faint, disorie

Damien’s POVComing home felt strange.The air in the mansion carried a stillness I didn’t remember, as though it had been holding its breath, waiting for me to walk through the doors again.The moment we stepped inside, Arya and Brian burst past me like wild light. Their laughter filled the vast entryway, echoing through the marble hall until it felt like the house itself was breathing again.They ran straight for the grand staircase, their small hands trailing along the polished railings, their voices tumbling over each other in excitement.“Mommy, look!” Arya called, pointing at the chandelier. “It’s bigger than the one at Grandma’s!”Brian turned in a slow circle, eyes wide. “It’s like a castle,” he whispered, awe heavy in his little voice.I smiled, couldn’t help it. The sound of their joy hit something deep inside me, something I hadn’t realised was starving.For over a week, my world had been nothing but the hum of monitors and the steady tick of pain. But this, their laughter,

Damien’s POVElena came back into the room a little before midnight, the faint rustle of silk announcing her before the light did. She’d been downstairs talking to Adrian, and when she entered, the weariness on her face told me everything I needed to know.“Has Adrian found out who?” I asked quietly.She shook her head, letting out a slow breath. “We’re still on it, still searching, hoping to find out soon.”I reached for her hand and drew her closer until she was standing between my knees. Her skin felt cold from the hallway air. “Then we keep waiting,” I said.She hesitated, then undid the tiny clasp at her collar. Her dress slid from her shoulders, soundless as water. She slipped beneath the blanket beside me and rested her head against my chest, her breath warm against my skin. I let my palm drift through her hair, slow, careful, as if touching something sacred.“Hope there wasn’t much stress today,” I murmured.A soft laugh escaped her, more sigh than sound. “Other than the fact