Todos os capítulos de One Night Callboy: Knocked Up by the Ruthless Billionaire : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

SCARLETTMy heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat as I pushed open the café door. The familiar smell of coffee and fresh pastries usually comforted me, but today it only made my stomach twist.Brigit was already there at our usual corner table, waving with that bright, genuine smile that made me feel even worse about everything I was hiding.“Scarlett! You came,” she said happily, standing up to hug me tightly. “I was starting to worry you might cancel.”I hugged her back, forcing a smile. “Of course I came. I’ve been looking forward to this.”We sat down and ordered our drinks. I chose chamomile tea to calm my nerves. Brigit ordered her usual caramel latte. As we waited, she leaned forward with that easy warmth I was starting to really like.“So, tell me — how have you been feeling lately?” she asked, her eyes soft with concern. “Last time you mentioned the pregnancy. Is everything still going okay? You look beautiful, by the way. Pregnancy really suits you.”I touc

SCARLETTI was quietly sipping my chamomile tea in the corner of the café, trying to lose myself in the gentle murmur of conversations around me, when the door burst open. Brigit rushed in, her eyes swollen and red from crying. Her usual bright smile was gone, replaced by a look of pure heartbreak. The moment she saw me, fresh tears welled up in her eyes.“Scarlett…” Her voice broke as she hurried over.I stood up immediately and pulled her into a tight hug. She clung to me like I was the only steady thing left in her world. I could feel her trembling.“I’m here,” I whispered, rubbing her back gently. “Come sit down. Tell me what happened.”We sat across from each other. Brigit wiped her eyes with a napkin, her hands shaking. “I saw the news this morning. About Ethan’s company. Shares are crashing, there are rumors of huge losses, and he won’t answer my calls. I went to his apartment earlier, but he wasn’t there. Scarlett, I’m so scared. He’s been so cold and distant for weeks, and no

SCARLETT Brigit followed me into Ryder’s house without a word. The drive had been silent, both of us still shaken from the café. I wasn’t sure if Ryder would like the idea of me bringing her here, but I couldn’t leave her alone after everything that had just exploded. We sat across from each other in the quiet living room, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. I stared at my hands, still trembling slightly. Brigit looked around the elegant room, then back at me. Her eyes were red and tired. “Why don’t you divorce him?” she asked softly, breaking the silence. I let out a long breath. “I want to. More than anything. But he keeps threatening me. My mother… he’s been using her condition to control me for years. Every time I try to leave, he reminds me he can pull her life support.” Brigit’s face softened with understanding mixed with pain. “I never thought the stranger I met at the bookstore would turn out to be my fiancé’s wife. He’s a real jerk.” A small, bitter

SCARLETTI woke up the next morning with a heavy feeling in my chest, like the weight of yesterday still pressed down on me. Sunlight slipped through the curtains, but it didn’t bring any comfort. I walked down the hallway toward the guest room and stopped at the half-open door. Brigit sat on the edge of the bed, staring at old photos on her phone. Her shoulders were hunched, and she looked lost. When she noticed me, she quickly turned off the screen. We both avoided each other’s eyes.Neither of us spoke at first. The silence felt loud.I cleared my throat. “Breakfast is ready. Ryder asked the maid to make something simple.”Brigit nodded without looking up. “Okay.”We sat across from each other at the dining table. The smell of fresh coffee and toast filled the room, but it did nothing to ease the tension. I pushed a plate toward her. She took a small bite, then put the fork down.“I grew up in an orphanage,” she said suddenly, her voice flat. “I have the documents. Birth certi

RYDER I sat in my office with the lights low, staring at the city lights through the tall windows. My mind should have been on the next board meeting or the latest numbers coming in, but it kept drifting back to Scarlett, Brigit, and the growing mess around Ethan. The silence felt heavy tonight. A new email popped up on my screen. The sender name was blank, just a string of numbers. I almost ignored it. Junk mail came in all the time. But something made me pause. I clicked it open. The attachment was a video file. I hit play. My grandfather’s face filled the screen. He sat in his favorite chair in the old study, the one with the dark wood panels and heavy curtains. He looked tired but sharp, the way he always did when making big moves. Someone off-camera was talking to him. The voice was distorted, but I could hear every word. “…the shares are already moving in our favor,” the voice said. “Ethan’s company will collapse from the inside. We push the infertility rumors, leak t