All Chapters of PREGNANT FOR MY BILLIONAIRE PROFESSOR: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter One“Sign it, Alora. You give me my heir, I fund your family, and we never speak of love again.”The words were as cold as the stainless-steel surgical tools he wielded daily.My billionaire professor, now my ruthless husband, slid the crisp, white marriage contract across his heavy mahogany desk.Looking up at Dr. Dominic Reid’s frozen, impossibly handsome face, I felt the air completely leave my lungs.How did a brilliant, scholarship medical student end up trapped by the most ruthless cardiothoracic surgeon in the country?How did a girl who practically lived on garri, cheap coffee, and pure adrenaline find herself carrying the secret heir to a multi-billion-dollar medical empire?To understand my complete ruin, you have to go back to the exact day he walked into our university hospital lecture hall three months ago.⸻It was a Tuesday morning, and the heat inside the amphitheater was suffocating.The ceiling fans groaned weakly overhead, doing nothing to cool the room.I w

Chapter 3: The Green-Eyed MonsterBy seven o’clock the next evening, my hands were sweating for an entirely different reason.It wasn’t just the fatigue from standing on my feet during a grueling five-hour pharmacology practical.Nor was it the stress of my upcoming mid-semester assessments.It was the memory of the way Dominic had leaned over me.The phantom warmth of his chest brushing mine.The low, dark register of his voice when he whispered my name.Alora.Nobody called me that in this hospital.To the junior doctors, I was just another faceless student in scrubs.To the senior consultants, I was a name on a grade sheet.But when Dominic said it—It sounded like an accusation.It sounded like a secret.I shook my head as I walked briskly down the silent, carpeted hallway of the VIP wing.Get a grip, Alora.He is your lecturer.He is an arrogant, billionaire elitist who is actively trying to break your spirit with punishment assignments.Do not turn into one of those pathetic gir

By five-fifty in the evening, the sky above had turned the color of a bruised plum.A violent tropical rainstorm was rolling in off the Atlantic.The air felt heavy.Oppressive.Charged.I arrived at the VIP wing ten minutes early.Not because I was eager.Because a certain threat had replayed in my head all afternoon.“I will come down to your dormitory and drag you out myself.”The image alone had been enough to make me practically sprint up four flights of stairs.⸻When I pushed open the door to his suite, the office was cast in deep shadow.Dominic hadn’t bothered turning on the overhead lights.He stood beside the floor-to-ceiling window, a crystal glass of amber liquid hanging loosely from one hand.The white coat was gone.The tailored vest was gone.He wore only black trousers and a charcoal-grey silk shirt.The top buttons were undone.Outside, rain hammered against the glass.Inside, silence stretched between us.“You’re early, Miss Vale.”His deep voice blended with the di

I looked like a madwoman. A desperate, broken scholarship student trespassing in a gated world of billionaires.The rain was a blinding, absolute wall by the time the taxi finally reached the exclusive residential district on the outskirts of the city.This was the playground of the elite, a stark and punishing contrast to the cramped, dusty hostel rooms of the medical compound.The streets here were wide, lined with massive concrete walls, electric fences, and private security outposts that kept the harsh realities of the world entirely at bay.I walked down the dark asphalt road after the taxi dropped me off, my body shivering violently as the freezing wind whipped the downpour against my wet scrubs.My hair was completely plastered to my skull, water streaming down my face in relentless rivers, blurring my vision until my surroundings were nothing but a haze of distant security lights.Finally, I stopped.The iron gates of the Reid private estate loomed ahead of me, massive, black,

Chapter 9: The Ledger of SecretsThe administrative building of the university hospital smelled of dust, old filing cabinets, and the metallic tang of outdated standing fans.I stood before the small, square glass window of the bursar’s office, my fingers trembling as I clutched my threadbare student ID card.For three days, a bright red notice had been flashing on my online student portal:Outstanding Balance: N750,000. Failure to clear fees by Friday results in immediate suspension of scholarship privileges and exam exclusion.Seven hundred and fifty thousand Naira.To a billionaire consultant like Dominic Reid, it was the price of a dinner or a pair of leather shoes.To me, it was a mountain I could never climb.My mother’s small business back home was crumbling, and every single Kobo I had went into feeding my younger sister.I took a deep breath, pressing my face close to the glass.“Good afternoon, ma. Please, I’m Alora Vale. I came to check if there’s any grace period or instal