All Chapters of Pregnant with the Billionaire Vampire Heir: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nyra’s point of view.My heart kept beating against my ribs like a trapped bird as I raced down the corridor, Ardonis's frantic words echoing in my ears. They've out-owned you in the shares.A new owner. I burst through the heavy glass doors of the boardroom, my breath coming in ragged gasps.Every head turned. The room was silent, the air thick with tension and the scent of old money. I looked around, my eyes wide with disbelief, at the faces of the board members I had known for years. They all stared back, their expressions a mixture of pity and grim resolve."What's going on in here?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a fury I couldn't contain.Mr. Vanderkilt, the head of the board, a man whose jowls had always seemed to sag with disapproval, turned to face me. He looked solemn, almost mournful. "Nyra," he said, his voice heavy. "Is it true?""Is it true what?" I shot back, my confusion mounting."Is it true that you have been liquidating your assets and planning to flee the comp

Ardonis’ point of view.I watched in disbelief as the two security guards in their ill-fitting uniforms dragged Nyra across the marble floor. She didn’t bother fighting anymore. The sight of it, of her utter devastation, sent a cold fury through me. Kelly stood there, smirking, while Xavier, the traitor, just watched. He made to move but Kelly held him back.That was it. I'd had enough.I moved before I even fully formed the thought, The first guard didn't even see me coming. I grabbed his arm, and with a sharp, violent twist, I felt the bone snap. He screamed, releasing Nyra and clutching his broken limb to his chest. The second guard turned, his eyes wide with shock, but I was already on him. I drove my fist into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him in a whoosh of expelled air. He crumpled to the floor, gasping like a fish out of water.I scooped Nyra into my arms. She was dead weight, her head lolling against my shoulder, her eyes vacant and staring at nothing. I carried her o

Nyra’s point of view.I spent days in my house wallowing in self-pity. I sat on the sofa, staring at the blank wall where a photo of me used to hang. I'd taken it down yesterday. I couldn't stand to see my own smiling face, looking so oblivious and so stupid.A name kept ringing in my head. Kelly. My best friend, the maid of honor at my wedding, the godmother to my son. The woman I had shared secrets with, cried with, built an empire with. She had taken it all. She had stood there and watched me be dragged out of my own company like a criminal. The betrayal was a physical pain like a twisting knife in my gut.And there was the irony that was almost laughable. Ardonis. The man I could not stand for ruining my life, was the only one who had stood by me. He had saved me, and the people I had trusted, the ones I had chosen—Xavier, Kelly—had plunged the knives in deeper. I had been so blind.A new emotion began to bubble up from beneath the layers of grief and shock. Anger.Scorching hot a

Nyra’s point of view.After spending hours on the private jet, we landed on a nearby mainland airstrip and transferred to a sleek, fast boat, the salt spray a cool kiss on my heated skin. As the island I called my sanctuary came into view—a lush, green jewel rising from the beautiful turquoise sea—I felt a piece of myself click back into place. This was my fortress. My answer.Jorge and Olga were waiting on the small wooden dock, their faces etched with concern but warm with welcome. They were the island's caretakers, and were probably wondering what the hell I was doing back here so soon after the last visit."Ms. Hearthe," Jorge said, taking my hand as I stepped onto the dock. "We received your message. Is everything alright?"I mentally shifted, the CEO and the friend falling away, replaced by the doctor. The clarity was a relief. "We’re gonna be here for a while Jorge," I said, my voice all business. "And I'm here to perform a very delicate surgery. On Ardonis."Olga's eyes widene

Nyra’s point of view.The boat ride back was filled with the lingering energy and excitement of our small adventure. Ardonis carried the massive tuna like it was a loaf of bread, and I couldn't help but watch the easy way his muscles bunched and shifted under his shirt. When we reached the dock, Olga was there to greet us, her eyes widening at the sight of our catch."Madre de Dios!" she exclaimed, her hands flying to her cheeks. "Jorge, you have outdone yourself!""It wasn't me," Jorge said, a proud grin on his face as he gestured to Ardonis. "It was Mr. Ardonis."Olga looked from Ardonis to the fish and back again, her expression a mixture of awe and delight. "I will cook this for you tonight. A feast!""That sounds wonderful," I said, a genuine smile on my face. "I'm just going to take a quick shower. I feel... filthy."I escaped to my room, the promise of hot water pulling me. The steam filled the large bathroom, fogging the glass as I stepped under the spray. The water flowed ove