Todos los capítulos de One Night Callboy: Knocked Up by the Ruthless Billionaire : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

SCARLETTNight fell like a heavy curtain, wrapping the house in silence that should have felt peaceful but only made my nerves tighter.I sat by the pool with a book open on my lap, the pages untouched for the last twenty minutes. The water lights glowed soft blue beneath the surface, reflecting on the dark sky above. The air carried the faint scent of chlorine mixed with night-blooming jasmine from the garden. My hand rested lightly on my stomach — a quiet habit now — protecting the tiny secret growing inside me. A heartbeat I still hadn’t shared with anyone except Ryder. The nausea from this morning had faded, but the worry hadn’t. How long could I keep pretending everything was normal before the truth slipped out?The front door opened.Voices drifted out — Ethan’s familiar low tone and a woman’s soft laugh.My book closed with a snap.I looked up.Ethan stepped onto the patio first, suit jacket slung over one shoulder, tie loosened. Beside him walked Lila in a simple white dres

SCARLETTThe elevator doors slid open on the top floor, and the first thing that hit me was the silence.It was too big. Too clean. Too empty.Ethan walked ahead of me, carrying my small suitcase like it weighed nothing, while the maid he’d hired trailed behind with the rest of my things. The penthouse stretched out in front of us — floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city skyline, open-plan living room with white marble floors, sleek gray furniture, a kitchen that looked like it belonged in a magazine. Everything perfect. Everything cold.“This is yours for the next nine months,” Ethan said, setting the suitcase down. “Plenty of space. No one will bother you here.”I didn’t answer.I walked straight to the windows.The view was stunning — lights glittering across the entire city — but it felt like looking out from a cage with glass walls.Ethan came up behind me.“I’ve assigned a maid to clean, cook, whatever you need,” he said. “You don’t have to lift a finger.”I kept staring ou

RYDERThe car door slammed shut and the world outside disappeared.We were in the back seat, city lights blurring past tinted windows, but none of it mattered. Scarlett was already on my lap, legs straddling my hips, black dress rucked up around her thighs. Her mouth crashed into mine again before I could even catch my breath — hot, wet, desperate. I groaned into the kiss, hands immediately sliding up her back, fingers digging into soft skin through silk.She tasted like wine and need.I could feel how badly she wanted this.Her hips rocked once, grinding down on the bulge straining against my pants. A low curse slipped from my throat.“Fuck, Scarlett…”She didn’t answer with words.Just kissed me harder, tongue sliding against mine in long, filthy strokes. Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging just enough to sting. I loved it. Loved the way she pulled me closer like she couldn’t get enough.My hands roamed higher, tracing the zipper at the back of her dress. I tugged it down

SCARLETTThe phone rang when I was already halfway under the covers, the screen lighting up the dark bedroom like an accusation.I stared at Ethan’s name flashing on the display.Ignore it, I told myself.Let it go to voicemail.But it kept ringing — insistent, annoying, impossible to tune out.I sighed, reached over, and answered before I could talk myself out of it.“Where have you been?” Ethan’s voice came through sharp and panicked. “My colleague said he met you. Why didn’t you call me? What did you say? Are you with Ryder?”I closed my eyes.Took a slow breath.“Scarlett!!” he snapped. “You’re with me, right? Don’t you dare ruin my reputation, or you—”“Will you regret it?” I finished for him, voice flat. “I know, Ethan. I’m not stupid either. I told him I was visiting my mom here. Don’t worry, he didn’t suspect anything. And I was also surprised to see him there, so it wasn’t intentional.”Silence on his end.Then I heard Lila’s voice in the background — soft, teasing.“Come he

SCARLETTThe car ride back from the hospital was silent and heavy.I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window at the passing city lights, my hand resting protectively over my stomach. The doctor had cleared me to go home, but with strict warnings: rest, avoid stress, no excessive activity. Easy words. Hard to follow when my whole life felt like it was crumbling.Ethan drove with one hand on the wheel, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the road. He hadn’t said much since the hospital room confrontation. The moment his parents left, the mask had slipped. Now we were alone again, and the air between us felt suffocating.We arrived at the penthouse.He helped me inside, carrying my small bag, acting the part of the concerned husband. The maid had already prepared the bedroom — fresh sheets, water on the nightstand, dim lights.I sat on the edge of the bed, exhausted.“You can go home now,” I said quietly. “I’ll be fine.”Ethan crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.“How can yo