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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant with the Billionaire Vampire Heir: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

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Pros and Cons

Ardonis point of view.After Nyra called me late last night, I couldn’t bring myself to go back to bed. I spent the whole night pacing my bedroom.I kept thinking about the kidnapping attempt. It didn’t make sense—not entirely. Vampires don’t move like that unless there is a purpose behind it.Those men were shadows. Silent enforcers whose sole purpose was to fulfill the commands of their masters. So, who sent them?The precision, silence, no feeding and no messages left behind.That rules out rouges, they’re desperate and sloppy. Those guys weren’t. so which clan?The northern covens are in an internal war right now, they’re too busy killing each other to plan something this clean. The eastern houses favor politics over force. They would have sent envoys not shadows. The southern bloodlines….no they don’t touch children. Because of their old laws and superstitions.So, who on earth could have sent vampires to kidnap Nyra’s son and for what purpose? I will do everything in my power to

The Ultimate Betrayal

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

Standing On the edges of Perfect Victory

Kellys point of view.**Three weeks ago** The air in Governor Thorne's private study was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and old money. I sat in the comfy leather chair he offered, my hands folded neatly in my lap, the picture of professional composure. Inside, my heart was a caged bird, beating against the bars of my ribs. I needed an ally. Someone even more powerful enough to burn Nyra's empire to the ground."I appreciate you seeing me, Governor," I began, my voice smooth and measured.Thorne took a long drag from his cigar, the tip glowing like an eye in the dim light. "Miss Grant. You said you had a proposition regarding Vosper pharma and its current CEO." He said Nyra's name like it was something foul on his tongue."I do," I said, leaning forward slightly. "Nyra Hearthe has become... unstable. Her personal entanglements, her sentimental attachments... they are a liability to the company's mission. I believe a change in leadership is not just beneficial, but necessary."He

Nyra Hearthe is back

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

Take her down from the inside

Xavier’s point of view.Sitting in this office was suffocating the shit out of me. The air in Nyra's office was thick with the scent of Kelly's cheap perfume. I stood by the window, my hands clenched into fists in my pockets, watching her circle the room like a vulture that had just claimed its kill. She ran a possessive hand over the back of Nyra's leather chair, a smug, satisfied smile on her face."It's amazing, isn't it?" she purred, turning to me. "All this... mine. It just feels right."I forced my expression to remain neutral, but inside, I was seething. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to lash out, to wipe that triumphant smirk off her face with my bare hands. I hated her. I hated the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she looked at me like I was a prize she'd won."You know, Xavier," she said, sauntering over to me, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There's something you should know. Something that makes all this so much... sweeter."I raised an ey

Stop wallowing in self pity

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

You know I'm still a billionaire right?

Ardonis point of view.“I need the S-456 ready for departure in 20 minutes.” The call was brief and straight to the point. I don’t explain why I needed my private so urgently to the manager, I just made the demand. When I hung up, I turned to Nyra, whose face looked like she was trying not to freak out."Come on," I said, taking her arm. "We're not leaving from this terminal."I led her out of the building and across the tarmac, away from the sleek, private jets and toward a much larger, hangar-like structure at the far end of the airfield. A crew was already rolling out a massive aircraft, its hull gleaming under the afternoon sun. It wasn't a Learjet or a Gulfstream. It was a customized Boeing Business Jet, a flying palace with a wingspan that seemed to stretch for miles.Nyra stopped dead, her mouth falling open in pure, unadulterated shock. She stared at the enormous plane, then back at me, her eyes wide with disbelief."How on earth..." she stammered, shaking her head as if to cle

Back on the island

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

Big Catch

Ardonis’ point of view.After the assessment was finished, I felt a strange sense of lightness. The decision was made. The fear was still there, but it was no longer paralyzing. It was just... a fact. A risk I had chosen to take.Jorge was waiting for me by the door to the lab as I stepped out, pulling my shirt back on. "The boat is ready, Mr. Ardonis," he said with a respectful nod. "Thought I might do some fishing before the sun gets too high."I turned back to look at Nyra, who was sanitizing her instruments with a focused intensity. "Jorge and I are going fishing," I said. "You should join. Get out of this lab for a few hours."She didn't even look up. "I have work to do.""Nyra," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "The work will be there in two hours. You need a break. You're not a machine."She finally stopped, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She let out a sigh, then looked at me, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. "Fine," she said. "I'll go."A short while later, w

You have always been the strategist

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

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