All Chapters of Pregnant By My Billionaire Ex Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The laugh came again.Soft. Female. Too close.Adrian moved before Elena had time to breathe. He shifted Leo higher against his chest and stepped in front of her, his body becoming a wall between them and the pale blue wallpaper behind Leo’s bed.Leo whimpered into his shoulder. “She’s there.”Elena’s fingers tightened around the silver key until the edge bit her palm. The note shook in her other hand.The old nursery has two doors. Vivienne only sealed one.The wall looked ordinary at first. Blue wallpaper. A framed moon print. A narrow bookshelf stacked with picture books Leo had barely touched since arriving. But now that Elena was really looking, she saw it.The bookshelf was not flush with the wall.Adrian saw it too.His face changed.“Julian,” he called, his voice low.Julian appeared in the doorway with Mrs Hale behind him. The housekeeper’s face drained of colour when she saw the key in Elena’s hand.“Oh God,” she whispered.Elena turned on her. “You knew this was here?”Mrs

Vivienne stepped out of the passage as if she had every right to be there.Even in the stale darkness of the old nursery, she looked untouched. Cream silk, pearls at her throat, silver hair swept back as though she had dressed for dinner rather than crept through a hidden passage into a child’s bedroom.Elena felt Adrian’s arm tighten around her waist.Not trapping her.Holding himself together through her.Vivienne’s eyes moved over them slowly. Adrian’s body in front of Elena’s. His hand at her hip. Elena close enough to feel the heat of him through his shirt, close enough that his breath stirred the hair near her temple.Vivienne noticed.Of course she did.“How touching,” she said. “The broken family, hiding in the nursery.”Adrian’s voice was ice. “Step away from the child.”Camilla had already lifted the baby from the cradle. The little girl stirred against her shoulder, one tiny fist pressing against Camilla’s collarbone. For once, Camilla Vale did not look smug or polished or

The room changed when the man stepped fully into the light.He did not look like a ghost. That was the worst of it. Ghosts were supposed to be pale things, unfinished things, made soft by death. This man was solid. Damp coat. Silver hair. Tired eyes. A face thinner than the portrait on the wall, but unmistakably the same.Elias Blackwood.Adrian did not move beside Elena.Not at first.His whole body had gone still in a way Elena had never seen before. Not controlled. Not guarded. Just stopped, as if some part of him had stepped outside himself to decide whether this could possibly be real.Vivienne was the only one who looked afraid.Only for a breath.Then she lifted her chin, pearls gleaming at her throat, and became Vivienne Blackwood again.“You always did enjoy an entrance,” she said.Elias smiled faintly. “And you always did mistake survival for theatre.”Camilla made a small, broken sound near the cradle. Her eyes were fixed on him, one hand pressed to her mouth, the other rea

For a moment, Elena could not make sense of what Julian had said.Removed from both parents by sunrise.The words should have belonged to someone else’s life. Some other mother. Some other child. Not Leo, standing barefoot in the old nursery with Bunny crushed to his chest, his face pale and sleepy and frightened in a way no child should ever have to be.“Mummy?” he whispered.That one word broke through everything.Elena crossed the room and dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands moved over him before she could stop them — his arms, his face, his hair — checking, touching, proving to herself that he was still there.“No,” she said, too fast, too fiercely. “No one is taking you.”Vivienne’s voice floated behind her, soft as silk. “Careful, Elena. False promises can be very damaging to children.”Adrian turned.He did not shout. He did not need to. The room seemed to grow colder around him.“Speak to him again,” he said, “and I will forget there are witnesses in this room.”Vi

Chapter 39: The Message on Celia’s PhoneCelia Harrow said it as though she had come to collect a coat.“We are here to remove Leo Hart-Blackwood from the premises immediately.”Elena felt Adrian’s hand tighten around hers.Not enough to hurt. Enough to keep her standing.The front hall was too bright after the hidden nursery, all chandelier light and polished marble, with rain blowing in through the open doors behind the officers. Cold air touched Elena’s damp skin. She knew what she must look like: pale, shaken, blouse creased, hair loose from running through a house full of secrets.Exactly how Vivienne wanted her.Celia looked perfect.Cream coat. Scarlet lipstick. Dark hair pinned neatly at the nape of her neck. Her folder was tucked against her chest like a blade.Elena forced her voice steady. “Show me the order.”Celia’s eyes moved over her slowly, lingering on Adrian’s hand wrapped around hers.“I can see why Lady Blackwood was concerned.”Adrian moved.Elena caught his wrist