All Chapters of Pregnant for the Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Elena’s POVI didn’t speak for a long time after James finished talking.It wasn’t shock that held me still, it was something heavier, something that refused to settle anywhere in my body because it didn’t know where it belonged. A bruising mix of disbelief, fury, disgust, and a strange hollow ache beneath it all. I had prepared myself for answers, braced myself for the truth, but not for this kind of truth. Not for the kind that rewrote everything I thought I understood about the last two years of my life.Not for the kind that made me realise the people who tried to destroy me… didn’t even hate me personally.That was the part that stung more than it should have.They had tarnished my name. Dragged my mother’s memory through the mud. Painted lies so vile I could taste them in the back of my throat even now. They tried to shatter my marriage, my children’s safety, my reputation, my sanity,All for a goal that had nothing to do with me as a human being.Just strategy. Just leverage.

Damien’s POVTwo days had passed since James was taken into custody.Two days since he sat in that interrogation room, hollow-eyed and broken, spilling secrets he had tried to bury under arrogance, jealousy, and desperation. Two days since every illusion I had about the Reynolds family collapsed into something sharp enough to cut the edges of my patience.And yet… the world had remained irritatingly quiet.Too quiet.The kind of quiet that sits in your bones. The kind that feels like a warning disguised as peace.I had spent the morning reviewing documents in my home office, a stack of board reports, legal summaries, and restructuring drafts that now felt pointless compared to the storm gathering outside my awareness. I wasn’t reading anymore, not truly. I was waiting.Waiting for the other shoe to drop.Waiting for the next move from people who didn’t know how to lose gracefully.Waiting for the danger I could feel circling but couldn’t yet see.When my phone finally rang, I didn’t

Damien’s POVI never thought a single moment in my life could stretch time itself, pull it thin, distort it, bend it into something unrecognisable. But today… today every second felt like an hour. Every breath felt like a battle. Every heartbeat felt like a countdown to something darker, something catastrophic, something I was not prepared to face.When Darian walked through the door, I genuinely thought I was hallucinating.He wasn’t supposed to be here. He shouldn’t have been here. He should’ve been anywhere but here.“Darian?” The word left me in a breathless exhale.He strode into the living room with stiff shoulders, sharp eyes, and an expression I had never seen on his face before, fear, barely restrained and crackling beneath the surface like static.“Why are you here?” I asked. “I thought… Fashion Week, your runway, ”He cut me off with a look. A look that said nothing else matters, not this week, not any week, not when family is bleeding.“Damien,” he said, gripping my sho

Elena’s POVThe sound of the door closing behind Damien shattered something inside me.It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. Just a soft click.But that small sound carried everything, the fear, the separation, the unbearable reality that he was leaving the house without our children safe. Without a guarantee. Without me.As the footsteps of Damien, Adrian, Adrian’s men, and the police officers faded down the driveway, the house fell into a silence so thick it felt like a living thing, pressing against my lungs, squeezing until it hurt to breathe.I remained standing for a moment, staring at the closed door, numb from the inside out.Darian hovered close, as though afraid I would collapse. Elijah stood on my other side, his medical bag still in hand, watching me like he was waiting for my body to give a single sign of distress.I took one breath. Then another. Then the world tilted violently.My knees nearly gave out, but Elijah caught me just before I folded onto the floor.

Damien’s POVI didn’t speak for the entire drive. Couldn’t. Words felt too small for the kind of storm gathering inside me.The city blurred past the window, lights, buildings, roads, shadows, but none of it registered. All I saw were my children’s faces. Arya’s dimples. Brian’s small hands reaching for me. Their little shoes left by the door. The way they laughed when I lifted them.All I heard was Elena’s voice breaking. All I felt was fear, raw, primal, murderous fear, wrapped tightly around my ribs like barbed wire.Lucas. Luca Jefferson.A man I had opened my home to.A man I had trusted. Broken bread with. Held as a brother.And now… he had my children.The car screeched to a stop in front of the abandoned warehouse Melina had sent. Adrian’s men were already positioned, their silhouettes outlined by the dim, grimy security lights flickering across the property.One of them jogged toward us, breathing hard.“We took down his guards,” he said. “Five men. Armed, but sloppy.