Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant with the Billionaire Vampire Heir: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Nyra’s point of view.I stood by the window long after the gates slide shut behind Ardonis’ car.Lucien was safely tucked in bed after I had fielded questions about the scary man I was talking with outside and now the night is quiet again. Too quiet.I wrap my arms around myself, nails pressing into the sleeves of my sweater, and for just a second—just one—I wondered if I made the wrong choice.He looked broken when he left. Smaller somehow. Less like the man who once ruled my life.The thought almost softens me.Almost.But then my mind decides to warm me, dragging me backward to a night she has never truly been able to forget.Not their wedding night.Later.Few weeks later.I remembered standing in the doorway of his penthouse study, holding a silver tray and a ceramic tea set that looked like it cost more than what most people earned in a year. I had made the tea myself, hands trembling I was rehearsing what I wanted to say.Maybe tonight he’ll listen.Maybe tonight I’ll matter to

Ardonis point of view.The mood in the chamber feels different this time.There is no laughter. No mocking smiles. No smug certainty.The elders sit in a tight circle, their faces drawn, their voices low. The air itself feels strained, like everyone in the entire clan is holding its breath.One of the elders speaks first. “There have been three more cases since the last meeting.”Another adds quietly, “Two elders.”A murmur ripples through the room.I straighten slowly. “Then it’s confirmed,” he says. “This isn’t random. We’re being targeted.”Eyes turn toward me.“The disease is spreading too precisely,” I continue. “And now rival clans are circling A new leader has emerged. We don’t know who he is yet but I’ve received reports from Europe, from the East. Territories are being contested. There have been more killings.”Fear flickers openly now.Lord Marcus rises from his seat. My uncle looks older than I remember, the weight of centuries pressing into his spine. Immortality be damned

Xavier’s point of view.I wake up to quiet.The memories of Nyra and I come flashing immediately the food, laughter, slight touches here and there, am I imagining things or is she warming up to me.I shower, get dressed and head downstairs to the dining area. The smell of toast, bacon and fruit comes in from the kitchen. Lucien is already at the table, little legs swinging, his nanny Abbey, is sitting beside him with a cup of tea.“Morning,” I say.Lucien grins. “Uncle Xavier!”Abbey smiles politely. “Good morning, sir. Miss Nyra left already.”That stops me right on my tracks.“Already?” I repeat.“She had early meetings,” Abbey adds. “She asked me to tell you.”Lucien frowns. “Mama didn’t say bye to me.”I comfort him. “Don’t worry buddy, I’m sure your mommy will make it up to you later with lots and lots of kisses when she gets back.”He laughs his hearty, beautiful laughter.I ruffle his hair. “I’ll see you later, champ.”He nods, already distracted by his cereal.As I leave the h

Nyra’s point of view.I had just stepped away from Xavier, and make my way to the bathroom still feeling the buzz of the champagne clinging to my skin, when a familiar presence cuts into my space.I didn’t need to turn around.“Red,” Ardonis said quietly. “It suits you.”I faced him before I could stop myself.He looked… different tonight. Tired, yes—but sharper too. His tall, lean frame fitted the three-piece suit perfectly. He looked like sin itself and his gaze lingered on me, slow and heated in a way that made my spine stiffen despite myself.“Don’t,” I said. “You can’t walk around saying things like that to your superiors.”“Things like what?” he asked, lips curving slightly. “Tell the truth?”I crossed my arms giving up. “What do you want, Ardonis?”His eyes flicked past me, scanning the crowd. “Where’s your son?”My chest tightened instantly. “That’s none of your business. And even if it was, why would a child even be at an event like this?”He frowned. “I Dunno? I just thought

Kelly’s point of view.“Uhm.” I sigh in satisfaction as I down the expensive 1999 chateu de blanc red wine I specifically brought out from my private collection to celebrate the special occasion. I swirl the wine in my glass and watch it cling to the sides, slow and indulgent, before I take another sip. Expensive. Worth every fucking cent.My tablet rests on my knee, the screen glowing with headlines stacked one after another.GALA TURNS VIOLENT: FORMER PHARMA HEIR IN PUBLIC BRAWLEX-HUSBAND VS BOYFRIEND—CEO’S LOVE LIFE OVERSHADOWS PROFESSIONAL CONDUCT.IS VOSPER PHARMA SPIRALING OUT OF CONTROL?I laugh. Out loud this time.“Oh, Nyra,” I murmur, scrolling. “You really should’ve listened when I said optics matter.”Photos flood the screen—Ardonis being dragged away by guards, Xavier on the floor, Nyra in red, frozen between them. The comments are ruthless. People are questioning her leadership. Analysts doubting her past cures. Gossip columns tearing into her personal life like it’s a