All Chapters of One Night Callboy: Knocked Up by the Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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021 - The Test I Never Expected

SCARLETTBy the afternoon the nausea was so bad I couldn’t even keep water down. I knelt over the toilet in the guest bathroom, dry-heaving until my ribs ached, tears streaming down my face. When it finally passed, I sat back on my heels, shaking, and stared at the wall.I couldn’t ignore it anymore.I went to the hospital alone.No driver. No Ethan. No one to hold my hand or ask questions. Just me in a plain sweater and jeans, hair pulled back, trying to look like someone who wasn’t falling apart at the seams.The waiting room smelled of disinfectant and old magazines. I sat with my hands clasped tight in my lap, staring at the linoleum floor until my name was called.The doctor was the same one who had treated me since the beginning of my marriage—the older man with gentle eyes and a soft voice who’d held my hand through every negative test, every failed cycle, every quiet disappointment. He’d never lied to me. He’d never sugarcoated it. And today I needed that honesty more than

022 - You're Mine When You Beg

RYDERThe VIP room door opened with a soft click, and there she was.Scarlett.She stepped inside like she was walking into a lion’s den, chin high, eyes guarded, but I could see the faint tremble in her fingers as she pushed the door closed behind her. Two months since she’d left cash on my table and vanished. Two months since her screams still echoed in my dreams. Two months of silence that had driven me half-mad.I leaned back in the chair, glass of water untouched in front of me, and let the corner of my mouth lift.“Hi, Scarlett.”Her eyes flicked to me—sharp, wary, beautiful.She didn’t move.I gestured to the chair opposite me.“Sit.”She hesitated. Then crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps, heels clicking on the polished wood floor. She sat. Not gracefully. Not relaxed. Like she was perching on the edge of a cliff.“How did you know I was at the hospital?” she asked before I could speak. “Are you following me?”I smiled—slow, easy.“I know a lot of things about yo

023 - The Celebration I Never Asked For

SCARLETTThe restaurant door closed behind me with a soft thud that felt louder than it should.I stood on the sidewalk for a second, wind tugging at my coat, heart still pounding from Ryder’s words. “You’re mine when you beg to fuck you, Scarlett.” The whisper lingered in my ear like smoke—hot, dangerous, impossible to shake.I should have been angry.I should have been terrified.My phone buzzed in my pocket.I pulled it out.Mom-in-law.I stared at the screen.Answered.“Scarlett, darling? Are you there?”Her voice was bright. Too bright.“Yes, Mom,” I said.“I’ve been calling Ethan, but he’s still in a meeting. He’ll join us later. I need you to come to the house right now. We have to discuss your pregnancy celebration.”My stomach dropped.Pregnancy celebration.The lie Ethan had told his parents at dinner—the one he’d used to

024 - The Kiss I Couldn’t Escape

SCARLETTThe mirror showed a stranger in a dress I would never have chosen.The deep red silk clung to every curve, the neckline plunging low enough to make my breath catch, the slit up the thigh high enough to feel dangerous. My mother-in-law had picked it with shining eyes, saying, “You need to glow, darling. Everyone will be looking at you tonight.” She hadn’t known the real reason I looked different—the tiny life growing inside me that still felt like a dream I hadn’t dared to believe.I placed both hands on my stomach.Still flat.Still impossible.After five years of negative tests, tears in silent bathrooms, Ethan’s disappointed sighs, and doctors shaking their heads, I was pregnant.The thought sent a shiver through me—equal parts terror and something warmer, something that felt dangerously like hope.I smoothed the dress over my hips one more time.Tried to breathe.The door opened behind me.I didn’t turn.Probably the maid checking if I needed help with jewelry or hair.I

025 - The Party That Wasn’t Mine

SCARLETTThe bathroom mirror showed a woman who looked calm, composed, perfect.I wiped the last trace of water from my cheeks, smoothed my lipstick, adjusted the emerald silk so it sat just right. The dress still felt like armor—beautiful, expensive, suffocating. My hand drifted to my stomach again, a habit I couldn’t break. Flat. No sign of the secret growing inside me. But I knew it was there.A truth I still couldn’t fully believe.I took one last breath, opened the door, and stepped out.Ethan was waiting.He leaned against the wall opposite the bathroom, arms crossed, tie perfect, smile already in place. But his eyes were sharp, impatient.“What took you so long?” he asked. “All the guests are waiting. Come on.”He didn’t wait for an answer.Just reached for my hand.Fingers closed around mine—firm, possessive, a reminder disguised as affection.I let him lead me.Down the grand staircase.Through the house that had never really felt like home.Out to the backyard where the pa

025 - The Greenhouse Trap

SCARLETT The greenhouse air felt suddenly too thick, too warm, too close. Ryder stood inches from me, his presence filling every corner of the small space. The scent of roses and orchids mixed with his cologne—woodsy, dark, intoxicating in a way that made my pulse jump even as fear coiled in my stomach. I backed up until my spine pressed against the cool glass wall, nowhere left to run. “You can’t say things like that,” I whispered. “This baby isn’t yours. We only did it twice, and—” He cut me off, voice low and edged with something dangerous. “And are you sure that in the five years you were with that bastard, he could give you children?” He stepped closer, crowding me against the glass. “He had sex with you for five years—fucked you over and over—and nothing. Not once. But the moment you felt me inside you, really inside you, you got pregnant.” His words landed like a slap. I flinched. Because part of me—the part I hated—knew he was right. Five years of trying. Five yea

027 - The Table That Held Us

SCARLETTI tried to push him away, but Ryder was a wall I couldn’t move.His mouth stayed on mine—hot, insistent, tasting of wine and want. I shoved at his chest again, harder this time, but he only stepped closer, crowding me until my back pressed against the wooden potting table behind me. The edge dug into my hips. His body pinned me there, solid and unyielding.“Ryder—stop,” I gasped between kisses. “We can’t do this here. Not now. Not with everyone outside.”He ignored me.One arm banded around my waist. The other hand slid under my thigh, lifting me effortlessly. My feet left the floor. He set me on the table—wood cool against my skin through the silk dress—and stepped between my legs, spreading them with his hips.“Ryder—”He kissed me again, deeper, swallowing my protest.“I won’t do anything here,” he murmured against my lips. “Not with my baby inside your sexy body. I have to be careful. I have to give you the best I can right now.”His words sent a shiver through me—fear

028 -The Table That Held Us

SCARLETTI couldn’t stop my hand from moving.My fingers wrapped tighter around Ryder’s thick cock, stroking him up and down, feeling every vein pulse under my palm. Heat flooded my body so fast it made my head spin. I was supposed to push him away. I was supposed to run back to the party and pretend none of this was happening. Instead my thighs clenched together, aching, wet, desperate for more of the man who had just turned my whole world upside down.Ryder’s head fell back, a low groan rumbling from deep in his chest.“Fuck, Scarlett… just like that,” he breathed, voice rough and shaky. “Your hand feels so fucking good. So perfect around me.”The praise hit me like fire. My breath came faster. I squeezed a little harder, twisting my wrist at the top the way I remembered he liked. His hips jerked forward, chasing my touch. I watched his face—eyes half-closed, lips parted, jaw tight with pleasure. It made me bolder. Wetter. I got off the table on shaky legs and dropped to my knees

029 - The Aftermath That Burned

SCARLETT My legs were still trembling when I finally pushed away from the table. Ryder’s breathing was as heavy as mine—ragged, uneven, like we’d both just run a marathon we hadn’t planned on finishing. My dress was twisted around my waist, straps half-down my arms, panties long gone somewhere on the greenhouse floor. His shirt was untucked, belt open, hair a mess from my fingers. We looked like exactly what we were: two people who’d just fucked like the world was ending. I straightened my dress with shaking hands, pulling the straps back up, smoothing the silk over my hips. My skin still buzzed everywhere he’d touched—my breasts, my thighs, between my legs where he’d left me slick and aching even after I’d come twice. Ryder watched me, eyes dark and satisfied, lips curved in that lazy, dangerous smile. “Are you always in such a rush?” he asked, voice low and teasing. I reached for my clutch on the table, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t want to attract attention,” I said. “Th

030 - The Morning I Chose the Penthouse

SCARLETT The morning light stabbed through the curtains before I was ready. I woke up with my stomach already twisting, a wave of nausea rolling through me so fast I barely made it to the bathroom. I dropped to the cold tile floor, forehead pressed against the side of the tub, sweat beading on my skin even though the air was cool. My hand pressed hard against my stomach, like that could calm the tiny life inside me. How was I going to hide this from Ethan? The thought made the nausea worse. I stayed there on the floor, breathing slow and deep, until the worst of it passed. When I finally stood up, my legs felt shaky, but my mind was clear for the first time in days. The penthouse. Ethan had offered it weeks ago — a place outside the city for the nine months of “my pregnancy.” I had refused then. Now it felt like the only safe choice. If I moved there, his mother wouldn’t hover. He wouldn’t watch me every morning. I could hide the real due date. I could hide everything. I walked

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