All Chapters of Pregnant for the Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 181 - Chapter 186

Damien’s POVThe drive home was the longest of my life.Arya wouldn’t stop clinging to me.Brian buried his face in my shirt and refused to look up, trembling in small, silent waves. His tiny fists were clenched so tightly around my collar that I felt his nails through the fabric.I didn’t tell them to stop. I didn’t loosen their grip. I didn’t ask them to sit back in their seat belts.I needed them touching me. I needed to feel their warmth. Their breath. Their weight.To remind myself that they were alive. Alive because I got there in time.Adrian drove like a man possessed, knuckles white, eyes sharp. He didn’t speak, didn’t look away from the road, didn’t ease up on the speed even for a second.An unspoken truth hung thick between us:If we had been a few minutes later… a few seconds later… things might have gone differently.But now that fear had a new shape.A new direction.Home.What waited for us there.Elena.God, Elena.I dialed her number again. Still unreachable.

Elena’s POVOne year changes everything.One year ago, my life was a battlefield, full of gunshots, betrayal, trials, tears, and the terror that kept me awake at night.Now…I stood under a canopy of marigolds and jasmine garlands, surrounded by music, laughter, colour, and warmth. It felt surreal, like stepping into a different universe. A universe where the sun shone brighter, where families gathered without fear, where joy didn’t feel borrowed or fragile.It felt like stepping into peace.A full year of peace.We were at Elijah and Alia’s wedding, an Indian wedding, rich in tradition and beauty, the kind of ceremony you don’t just witness, but feel in your bones, deep in your soul.The venue was a palace-like garden resort in Evercrest, lit by hundreds of floating lanterns and strings of golden fairy lights woven through palm trees. The smell of sandalwood incense drifted through the air, mixing with the sweetness of rosewater and warm vanilla.Women wore lehengas sewn with gold th

Elena’s POVHe stepped under the spray first, pulling me with him. The water hit my skin like a warm embrace, soaking through my remaining clothes. Damien’s hands were everywhere, unclasping my bra, sliding my panties down my hips until I stood bare before him.I closed my eyes, letting the heat seep into my aching muscles. His fingers worked shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp with firm, circular motions that drew a soft moan from my lips. He rinsed it out, then reached for the body wash, lathering his hands before gliding them over my shoulders, down my arms, across my breasts.His thumbs brushed my nipples, teasing them into tight peaks. I arched toward him instinctively, the tiredness fading under his touch.“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Every inch of you.”He turned me around, pressing my back to his chest, and soaped my stomach, his hands dipping lower. One palm cupped my breast, kneading gently, while the other slid between my thighs. His fin