All Chapters of Pregnant for the Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Damien’s POVThe moment I stepped back into my suite at the Oswald Hotel, exhaustion swept over me, but sleep was far from my mind. My phone buzzed just as I loosened my tie and dropped onto the couch.“House number 22 has been bought, sir,” John’s voice came steady on the line.For a moment, I didn’t respond. Then, slowly, I leaned back against the cushions, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Number 22. I remembered the middle-aged couple who had been moving out of the manor next to Elena’s in the afternoon. I’d thought it a coincidence at the time, but now I realise it was them. That was indeed quick. My team were efficient.The place wasn’t as grand as Elena’s, but it was perfect. Close enough to my children that I could watch them grow, far enough that she wouldn’t feel suffocated by my presence. At least not right away.“Well done,” I told John, unable to hide the relief in my voice. “Have the house renovated slightly. Nothing drastic. I don’t want it to scream new money o

Elena’s POVThe ballroom hummed with polite laughter and the soft strains of the quartet in the corner, but all I could hear was the frantic beat of my own heart. My hands itched to reach for the clutch at my side, to bolt for the door, but I held myself still.Ethan leaned down, his voice low and earnest. “You don’t have to do this, Elena. Not with him. I’ll handle Mr. Rothchild myself. I won’t let Anabelle use you.”The firmness in his tone almost steadied me, but before I could respond, a tall man in a dark tuxedo approached Ethan with an urgent whisper. Ethan cursed under his breath and straightened. “I’ll be back. Don’t let her get under your skin.” He squeezed my hand briefly, then was swept away into the throng.And just like that, I was alone.My breath came shallow. I glanced at the golden double doors, half-daring myself to leave, half-dreading what awaited if I stayed.“Elena Carter?”The voice startled me. I turned and found a woman smiling warmly at me. She was elegant, h

Elena’s POVThe word hung in the air like a dropped chandelier.Wife.It had echoed from Damien’s lips with such certainty, such deliberate weight, that the entire ballroom had stilled. Every whisper, every clink of glass, every polite laugh dissolved into stunned silence and furtive glances. Eyes darted between me and him, as though trying to piece together a puzzle that made no sense.My stomach clenched, but I kept my back straight, chin lifted, every ounce of composure I possessed wrapped tight around me like armour. If I so much as flinched, they would devour me whole.“Wife?” Anabelle’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and incredulous. Her laugh followed, brittle and nervous, as though she could turn his words into a harmless joke.“I know you are an easy-going man, Mr. Rothchild, but Elena doesn’t have the background to pass as your wife. She is beautiful, yes, but…”Her words sliced through me like knives. My cheeks burned hot, and for a moment I could not breathe. The she

Elena’s POV“You lied to me…”The words came out broken, jagged, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and pain. My chest heaved, and I hated the hot tears that threatened to spill and ruin the careful mask of dignity I had worn all night.“You lied to me, Damien,” I repeated, louder this time, sharper, the words echoing down the corridor.His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. He looked around nervously, as though hoping no one else was close enough to hear the confrontation. His hand reached out instinctively for mine, but I pulled back, clutching my clutch so tightly my fingers hurt.“You said you were going to a board meeting yesterday morning,” I hissed, my heart hammering against my ribs. “You told me that was why you would miss seeing the children. And then, then I learn Isabelle had called you away. Isabelle, Damien!”His eyes widened, his lips parting as though he wanted to protest, but I didn’t give him the chance.“And then you waltz in here, in front of

Elena’s POVI walked quickly, every step a battle against the weight pressing down on me. I didn’t return to the dinner party. What was the point? Anabelle would gloat, Gavin would scheme, Ethan would look at me with that same wounded confusion.No.I had nothing left to give that ballroom.I wanted home.The drive back was a blur , city lights smeared into lines of gold and silver against the windows. My hands trembled against the steering wheel, my breath shallow, the words file the papers still echoing in my ears.When I stepped into the house, the silence hit me like a wall. Elijah must have put the twins to bed; their shoes were neatly lined by the door, their laughter replaced by the soft hush of sleep.I didn’t go upstairs.I went straight to the bar.My hands weren’t steady as I uncorked the bourbon, pouring amber liquid into a crystal glass. The scent burned my nostrils, sharp and biting, but I didn’t care. I lifted it to my lips and drank deep, the burn a punishment and a r