Todos los capítulos de One Night Callboy: Knocked Up by the Ruthless Billionaire : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

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

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

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

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

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