All Chapters of Ten Nights With The Call Boy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Author POV The beeping woke her first. A steady, mechanical sound. Beep... beep... beep. It drilled into Kayla’s skull before she even opened her eyes. She sighed, slow and shaky, and turned her head to the side. Her neck felt stiff. Heavy. Ryder’s hand was still on hers. Warm. Tight. His thumb moved in small circles against her knuckles like he was trying to breathe life back into her skin. His head was bent low over the hospital bed, his hair a mess, his shoulders slumped. Blurry. She blinked. Once. Twice. The room came into focus in pieces. White walls. IV drip. The smell of antiseptic. Then memory slammed into her. The blood. Her body going limp. The office floor tilting. The baby. Panic shot through her. She tried to sit up. Nothing happened. Her arms didn’t move. Her legs didn’t move. She felt like a log of wood trapped inside her own skin. Alive, but useless. Her sudden movement made Ryder’s head snap up. His eyes met hers and Kayla’s breath caught. They were bloodsh

Kayla The door didn’t close all the way. Ryder left it open an inch. Maybe he wanted to hear me. Maybe he couldn’t stand to. Either way, his footsteps didn’t go far. I could hear him out there. Breathing hard. Like he was fighting the urge to put his fist through the wall.I wished he would. I wished something would break. Because I was breaking, and nothing outside was matching the noise inside my head.“My baby… my baby…” The words kept falling out of me. I didn’t decide to say them. They just came. Like my mouth remembered before my brain did.The monitor kept beeping. Beep… beep… beep. Steady. Indifferent. It didn’t care that the rhythm it was measuring now belonged to one person instead of two. I stared at the ceiling. White. Cracked in one corner. I counted the cracks. One, two, three. I lost count at seven and started again. Anything to not think about the emptiness in my womb.It had been there for a month and two weeks. That small, stubborn life. Kicks at 2 AM when I could

Author POVTHE NEXT DAY The hospital ward was still cold. Still empty of life. The machines hummed with total innocence. Beep… … beep. Like they hadn’t just watched a woman lose her child 24 hours ago. Like death was just another reading on their screen.Ryder sat next to Kayla’s bed. His hand was laced with hers, thumb rubbing slow circles over her knuckles. Her back rested against the electronic bed, raised halfway. Her eyes were blank. Fixed on the ceiling. She wasn’t here. Not really. She was lost in her own world. A world where James still kicked her at 2 AM. Where Ryder still pressed his palm to her stomach and whispered promises. Riley and Liam sat at the far end of the room. Riley shifted in her chair, opening her mouth twice before closing it. She wanted to talk. To cut the tension with something soft, something human. But Liam’s hand shot out and tugged the hem of her gown. ‘Don’t’. His eyes said it clearly. So Riley kept mute.Ryder’s eyes never left Kayla’s face. His

Author POV The room shrank around Kayla when she heard those words.The walls moved in, the air turned thick, hard to pull into Kayla’s lungs. One sentence from Liana and the entire hospital room went from cold to suffocating.Kayla turned slowly. Her body felt like it was moving through water. Her sister stood in the doorway, backlit by the harsh hallway light. Arms crossed over her chest. Eyes sharp as broken glass. Staring at Kayla like she was something rotten that needed to be scraped off the floor.“What do you mean ‘sleeping with different men’, Liana?” Kayla’s voice came out too,low and careful, like if she raised it even a little, the whole room would shatter. “Have you no respect? Not for me. Not for Father?.”She nodded toward their father.Liana didn’t answer right away. She sneered. A slow, ugly curl of her lips. Then she laughed. Not the laugh of a sister, just like the laugh of a stranger who enjoyed watching pain.“Hey Daddy,” she said finally, dragging the words out.

Author POV Interrogation Room, Police Station – 10:47 PM The room was concrete and cold. One metal table,two chairs. One flickering bulb overhead that hummed like an insect dying. Flora sat with her hands cuffed to the table. She’d stopped shaking an hour ago. Now she just stared at the wall. Blank and empty like she’d already buried herself. The door opened. Ryder walked in. No jacket, his sleeves rolled up. He came alone and walked straight to where she was. He didn’t sit right away. He let the silence stretch until it hurt. Then he pulled the chair out. Metal scraped concrete loud. He sat down and rested his elbows on the table. His eyes fixed on her. “You have one chance,” he said, voice flat. No anger,no threat and that made it worse. “Give me a name. One name. Who paid you to poison Kayla?” Flora didn’t blink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ryder leaned forward. “Don’t lie to me. I watched the security footage. You forced the service exit. You had a burner p