Todos os capítulos de Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

The shaking did not stop. It changed.At first Adrian assumed it was adrenaline running its course. The body’s natural response to survival. But as the RV moved farther from the mountain and snow turned to cold rain against the windshield, he felt something wrong in the pattern.The tremors did not gradually fade. They tightened.Her breathing shortened again, not from crying, but from something internal.Lena shifted slightly and her hand moved instinctively to her abdomen.“It’s fine,” she said too quickly.It was not fine.Her skin had drained of color beneath the flush of cold. A thin sheen of sweat clung to her temples. Her lips had lost their warmth.He adjusted his position so he could see her face clearly.“Where does it hurt?”“It doesn’t,” she said, but her jaw tightened as she answered.Boone glanced at them in the rearview mirror.“We good back there?”Adrian did not answer immediately.Lena’s breathing grew shallower. Her shoulders tightened again and she inhaled sharp

The next contraction began before Lena had fully caught her breath from the last one. It did not build gently or allow space for adjustment. Her abdomen hardened under Adrian’s palm in a tight, deliberate arc that felt organized rather than chaotic. Her thighs trembled and her jaw locked before any sound left her mouth. She folded forward slowly, as though the weight inside her pelvis had become something gravitational, something pulling her downward from the inside.“Ninety seconds,” one of the men said quietly after glancing at Adrian’s watch.The number no longer sounded abstract. It sounded like acceleration.Adrian felt the shift inside himself. He had already moved her into the rear bedroom of the RV for privacy, propping her on her left side with pillows and folded towels. The narrow bed was bolted to the wall, the cabinets rattling faintly above them with each turn Boone forced through the rain-slick descent. The small overhead light cast a warm but unstable glow as the vehicl

The RV leveled for a fraction of a second before plunging into another steep decline, and the sudden shift in gravity drove the contraction deeper through my body. I cried out as the motion amplified what was already tearing through me from the inside. The narrow bedroom seemed to tilt around us as cabinets rattled and the thin mattress shifted beneath my hips despite the towels bracing me. Rain struck the roof in relentless bursts, each impact vibrating through the metal frame and into bone.The pressure inside me did not pause to let me recover. It held, then pressed lower, as if my body had decided to complete what it started regardless of the road, the storm, or the fact that none of this was supposed to be happening here. I could feel it with terrifying clarity, the slow, inevitable descent, the stretch that burned and tightened and did not stop.“Support,” Dr. Imani’s voice came through the speaker, strained by static but steady.“Supporting,” Adrian answered, though his voice so

The cry slowly softened into uneven, offended little noises against my skin, as if he was still protesting the world he had just been dragged into. The RV no longer felt like it was tipping over the edge of something. It still swayed, but the movement seemed gentler now, less violent, or maybe my body had simply stopped caring. I lay there with him against my chest, stunned by the warmth and the weight and the impossible fact that he had been inside me minutes ago and now he was here, breathing.“Adrian,” Dr. Imani’s voice came through the speaker, calmer now, steadier. “When the cord stops pulsing, you may clamp and cut. Make sure he remains warm. Lena, how are you feeling?”I swallowed. My throat felt scraped raw. “Tired,” I managed. It sounded inadequate for what had just happened.“That is expected,” she replied. “You did very well.”The cord still lay between us, thick and bluish, faintly alive. Adrian glanced at it, then at me. His hands, which had been so controlled minutes ago,

The baby made a small protesting sound in his sleep and pressed his cheek closer into my skin, as if he was annoyed we were being emotional while he was trying to rest. The tiny wrinkle between his brows deepened, then smoothed again, and his breath warmed the hollow just beneath my collarbone. Every soft exhale felt like a quiet answer to the terror that had ruled the night.Adrian’s gaze stayed on him like he was afraid to blink too long. The corner of his mouth lifted in something that almost looked like a smile, but his eyes were still too intense for it to be easy. He looked like a man standing at the edge of a miracle with bruised hands, unsure whether he was allowed to touch it.In the corridor, boots shifted. I heard the careful scuff of someone repositioning, then the softer sound of a hand sliding along the wall for balance as the RV swayed through another bend. The men had given us privacy when it mattered most, turning their backs and becoming walls instead of witnesses, bu