Todos os capítulos de One Night Callboy: Knocked Up by the Ruthless Billionaire : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

SCARLETTThe knock on the door pulled me from the heavy fog of sleep.I lay on my side, facing the large window, the blanket still pulled up to my chin. Sunlight streamed in, too bright, too cheerful for the heaviness in my chest. My hand rested on my stomach out of habit now, protecting the tiny life that had become my only anchor in this storm.The maid entered quietly, carrying a breakfast tray.“Good morning, Ma’am,” she said gently. “Mr. Ethan asked me to bring your favorite breakfast. Please eat first so you can take your vitamins.”She placed the tray on the small table near the window — fresh fruit, plain toast, ginger tea, and a small bowl of oatmeal. Then she set my phone on the nightstand.“Mr. Ethan said he will come for dinner tonight,” she added before leaving the room with a soft bow.I didn’t reply.I just watched her close the door.The moment I was alone again, I reached for the phone with trembling fingers.The screen lit up.Several missed calls from last night.On

SCARLETT The car sped through the city streets, and every passing building made my heart beat faster. I kept turning to Ryder, voice rising with panic. “Where are you taking me? Ryder, answer me!” He didn’t reply. His jaw was tight, hands gripping the steering wheel as he drove away from the hospital. My phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Ethan’s name flashed on the screen again and again, each ring cutting through the silence like a warning. I reached for it. Ryder was faster. He snatched the phone from my hand and turned it off in one smooth motion. I stared at him, anger and fear mixing in my chest. “What are you doing?” I demanded. “Drop me off here. I have to go back.” “Why?” he asked calmly. “You’re in an open marriage contract, so you can go out with anyone without restrictions or limitations.” “No, you don’t understand!” I said, my voice cracking. “I have to go back. Angering Ethan will only make things difficult for me. Stop the car, I’m serious, Ryder!” He glanced at

RYDERThe conference room felt too small the moment I walked in.I was supposed to send my grandfather’s assistant, but I changed my mind at the last minute. I needed to see Ethan Reed’s face when he realized I wasn’t going to stay in the shadows anymore.Ethan sat at the head of the long table, surrounded by his team. The moment his eyes landed on me, his expression shifted — surprise, then a flash of panic he tried to hide behind a professional smile.“Ryder,” he said, voice steady but tight. “I wasn’t expecting you. I thought your grandfather’s assistant would be handling this.”I didn’t smile back.I took the seat directly across from him, unbuttoned my suit jacket, and leaned back like I owned the room.The meeting started with the usual corporate talk — numbers, projections, partnership terms. I let it go on for a few minutes, watching Ethan relax slightly.Then I leaned forward and changed the subject completely.“Before we continue,” I said calmly, “let me ask you something pe

SCARLETTI couldn’t breathe.Ryder’s words hung in the quiet hospital garden like smoke that refused to clear.“Do you know if your mother is actually awake?”The question echoed in my head, louder than the distant hum of the city beyond the walls. I stood frozen on the dimly lit path, surrounded by the soft glow of garden lamps and the sweet scent of night-blooming flowers. My hand instinctively went to my stomach, protecting the tiny life inside me that suddenly felt even more fragile.“Stop, Ryder!” I said, my voice cracking with exhaustion and fear. “I don’t want to hear any explanation from you. I don’t even know why you’re saying that, but I’m really tired. I want to go home now, and please, I beg you to stop seeing me again.”He didn’t move. His eyes stayed locked on mine, steady and intense, as if he could see every crack in my armor.“I can’t,” he said quietly. “And you know why I won’t stop, Scarlett. This isn’t my fault. From the start, you came to me, and now I’m here, and

SCARLETTThe penthouse door had barely clicked shut behind us when Ethan’s fury exploded like a storm that had been building for years.He stormed into the living room, grabbing the first thing his hand touched — a heavy crystal vase on the side table — and hurled it against the wall. It shattered with a deafening crash, sending sparkling shards flying across the marble floor. A chair was kicked over next, then a stack of papers from the coffee table scattered everywhere like fallen leaves in a hurricane. The maid, who had been quietly arranging fresh flowers in the corner, froze in terror, her eyes wide as she clutched the vase in her hands.I raised my hand quickly, stopping her before she could move.“Stay back,” I said, my voice low but firm. “Don’t come near him. It’s not safe.”I stood still near the entrance, one hand protectively over my stomach, watching the man I once loved with all my heart destroy everything in sight. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat,