Todos os capítulos de One Night Callboy: Knocked Up by the Ruthless Billionaire : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

SCARLETTI followed Ryder down the hallway, my heart hammering so loudly I could hear it in my ears.The house was quiet except for the soft sound of our footsteps. I had no idea where he was taking me, and the uncertainty made my stomach twist with anxiety. My hand stayed on my belly the entire time, a silent promise to the baby inside me that I would keep us safe.When we reached the door at the end of the hallway, I stopped.“You better tell me,” I said, my voice shaking but determined. “I don’t want to play around anymore.”Ryder didn’t say anything.He simply placed his thumb on a small scanner beside the door. A soft click sounded, and the door unlocked.When it swung open, I froze.My mother was there.Lying in a hospital bed in the middle of the room, still connected to the same assistive devices and an IV drip in her hand. The machines beeped steadily, the same familiar rhythm I had heard for years.I couldn’t believe my eyes.I ran inside without thinking, dropping to my kne

SCARLETTThe loud bang on the bedroom door jolted me awake, my heart slamming against my ribs before my eyes even opened.I sat up quickly, still groggy from the restless night, my hand instinctively going to my stomach. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, but the furious pounding on the door told me something was very wrong.Before I could call out, the door flew open.Ethan stormed in, his face twisted with rage, eyes burning like I had never seen before.I was still trying to understand what was happening when he grabbed my arm and dragged me off the bed.I hit the floor hard, the impact knocking the breath out of me.“Ethan—what are you doing?” I gasped, pain shooting through my side.He didn’t answer.He approached me on the floor, his hand shooting out to grab a fistful of my hair.I screamed in pain, tears instantly springing to my eyes.“Please, Ethan, stop! You’re hurting me!”He yanked harder, forcing my head back so I had to look up at him.“What did I say about not cross

SCARLETTThe hospital room felt too bright, too sterile, as I lay on the examination bed, my hand still trembling on my stomach.The doctor finished the ultrasound, wiped the gel from my skin, and gave me a gentle smile.“Mrs. Scarlett, the pregnancy is fine,” she said, her voice calm and reassuring. “The bleeding was light and didn’t affect the baby. It looks like it was caused by stress or exhaustion. You need to rest more, eat properly, and avoid anything that raises your stress levels. The baby is strong, but it needs you to stay calm.”I nodded, relief washing over me in a warm wave. My baby was okay. That was the only thing that mattered right now.The doctor glanced at Ryder, who was standing beside the bed, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. She had known me for years — she had been the one who delivered all the bad news during the five years of negative tests. Seeing another man with me instead of Ethan clearly confused her. She kept looking between us, her expression p

SCARLETTI stood in the middle of Ryder’s living room, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, still trying to process everything that had happened in the last few hours.The penthouse felt like a distant nightmare now. Ethan’s rage, the slap, the choking, the blood — it all played on repeat in my head. I had almost lost the baby because of him. I had almost lost everything.Ryder had brought me here without asking. He said I couldn’t stay in that place anymore. Not after what Ethan had done.“You don’t have to do that,” I said, my voice shaky. “What if Ethan gets angry and tries to harm you?”Ryder stood by the large window, a glass of wine in his hand, looking out at the city lights. He turned slightly, his expression calm but his eyes serious.“You’re starting to worry about me,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “And I’m quite happy about that.”I sat down on the leather sofa, my legs still unsteady.“I’m serious,” I said, my voice cracking. “I just don’t want anyone to g

SCARLETT Ethan’s cold words still echoed in my head long after the call ended. I sat on the edge of the bed, phone clutched tightly in my shaking hands, tears streaming down my face. He was really going to do it. He was going to tell everyone I was a cheating whore who had trapped him with another man’s baby. My name, my reputation, everything I had built for five years — he would burn it to the ground unless I went back and played the perfect wife again. A sob broke free from my throat. I tried to hold it in, but another one followed, louder this time. My shoulders shook as I cried, one hand pressed protectively over my belly. How had my life come to this? How had the man I once loved turned into someone who wanted to destroy me so completely? “Scarlett,” he said gently, his voice steady and warm. He cupped my face with both hands, thumbs carefully wiping away my tears. “Hey… look at me. Breathe, baby. Just breathe.” I shook my head, another sob escaping. “He knows. Ethan know