All Chapters of Pregnant for the Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Damien’s POVJust as I had predicted, Claire Reynolds spotted us before the waitress could even take our order.“Mr. Rothchild. What a coincidence,” she cooed, her heels clicking across the tiled floor as she glided toward our table like a cat who had found prey.I didn’t rise. I didn’t even look surprised. Instead, I allowed my features to harden into polite indifference. “Do I know you, miss?” I asked smoothly.The flicker of shock across her face was almost satisfying. Elena’s brows pinched together, clearly surprised by both Claire’s sudden intrusion and my choice to pretend ignorance. Claire wasn’t used to being brushed off, it unsettled her, and that was the point.Recovering quickly, Claire’s eyes shifted, and when she saw Elena sitting across from me, her surprise deepened. “Miss Carter,” she said sweetly, though her eyes were sharp. “I didn’t realize you were discussing business with Mr. Rothchild on behalf of the Oswalds. No wonder Ethan decided to discuss matters with me di

Damien’s POVThe house felt different after the break-in, too quiet, too tense. Even after the police left and the security crew I’d called in began taking positions, the silence clung to the walls like a ghost.I couldn’t stand the sound of Elena’s shaky breathing as she tried to reorganize the living room. The scent of fear still lingered in the air.By dawn, I had already arranged twenty-four-hour protection around her house, four guards outside, two in rotating patrol cars, and a seventh assigned discreetly across the street. The men I brought in weren’t amateurs; they were the same unit that guarded my private estate in Evercrest.When I saw the black SUVs lining Renly Street, part of me hated it. The show of force reminded me of how much danger I’d allowed to creep into her life again.But I couldn’t risk another mistake. Not again.Elijah arrived soon after sunrise, still in a black hoodie and jeans, clearly having driven through the night. His expression was taut with worry.“

Damien’s POV Dinner was warm in the way quiet evenings could be. The lights were dimmed to a golden glow, the scent of baked salmon and roasted potatoes filling the house. For once, laughter replaced tension. Brian and Arya animatedly recounted their day , a story about Arya winning a spelling bee in class and Brian proudly saying he’d helped a friend fix a broken lunchbox. Their voices overlapped, excitement spilling over like a waterfall. Elena listened with her chin in her palm, smiling in that small, radiant way that always undid me. Every time she looked at the twins, the exhaustion on her face softened into peace. I sat across from her, pretending to focus on my food but memorising her instead , the curve of her cheek, the faint glimmer in her eyes, the way her hand absently reached across the table to wipe a smear of sauce from Arya’s chin. I didn’t know how to tell her I was leaving. Not yet. Not tonight, when the world finally felt still. After dinner, we cleared the ta

Damien’s POVThe drive to James Railey’s estate felt longer than usual, though the city hadn’t changed. Maybe it was the weight of knowing exactly what I would find there, deceit wrapped in sophistication.The Railey mansion loomed ahead, a temple to inherited pride. Every stone of the façade screamed wealth for the sake of appearance. The fountain in the circular drive still gushed noisily, like it was trying too hard to prove something.I stepped out of the car, straightened my jacket, and walked up the marble steps. The housekeeper, a familiar face from years past, opened the door before I even reached for the bell.“Mr. Rothchild,” she greeted with a polite bow. “Mr. Railey is in his study. Shall I announce you?”“That won’t be necessary,” I replied. “Just tell him I’m here.”She nodded and disappeared up the curved staircase.The air smelled faintly of brandy and old ambition. My patience was already thinning when his voice carried from the landing above.“To what,” James said,

Damien’s POVThe boardroom smelled of polish and tension, oak and ambition trying to hide the rot underneath. The panoramic glass overlooked Evercrest’s skyline, but no one admired the view. Not today. Not with the vote hanging in the air like a noose.I adjusted my cufflinks, more out of habit than nerves, and scanned the long mahogany table. Twelve directors. Five allies, five opportunists, two who liked to see which way the wind blew before taking a side. At the head sat James Railey, already smirking as though the vote were decided.“Mr. Rothchild,” he greeted, syrup-smooth. “How kind of you to join us in person. I wasn’t sure family duties would allow it.”I didn’t rise to the bait. “You’ll find I’m quite capable of handling both family and business,” I said evenly, taking my seat at the head of the table. Mathias sat two chairs away, his eyes scanning notes, ever my silent anchor.James poured himself water with deliberate calm. “Good. Then let’s get to the matter at hand. The b