All Chapters of Pregnant for my Ex Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I didn’t open the folder right away.My fingers rested on the expensive leather, feeling the weight of every page inside. Casper still stood a few feet away, silently watching me the way a man watches a storm he knows he can’t stop. Emma had returned to her seat, legs crossed, expression soft and patient, as if she had all the time in the world.“I need a minute,” I said.Emma smiled. “Of course.”I turned away from both of them and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The city stretched out below us, glass towers, moving lights, people living ordinary lives. None of them knew that inside this quiet private room, I was about to sell my body to the only man who had ever broken me.Five years ago I had stood in a different room and signed a different kind of goodbye. That night I had left with nothing but a suitcase and a heart that refused to stop bleeding. Tonight I was being asked to leave with even less.Casper’s reflection appeared behind me in the glass. He didn’t touch me. He d

The first hormone surge hit me at midnight.I woke up drenched in sweat, heart racing, skin too sensitive for the sheets. The small bandage on my arm was gone but the place where the needle had entered still felt warm. I sat up in the dark and pressed a hand to my stomach even though nothing had changed yet. Nothing visible. Only the quiet knowledge that my body was already being rewritten for a child that would never be mine.My phone lit up on the nightstand.Casper: Are you awake?I stared at the screen. Three hours past midnight. No one messaged at this hour unless something was wrong.I typed back.Lilith: Why are you texting me?The reply came almost instantly.Casper: The clinic sent me the overnight report. Your hormone levels spiked higher than expected. They want you monitored. I’m downstairs.I froze.Downstairs.I got out of bed, pulled on a robe, and walked to the window. A black car sat at the curb under the streetlight. The driver’s door opened and Casper stepped out, l

I didn’t sleep.The messages from Casper sat on my phone like open wounds. Every time I closed my eyes I heard the raised voices from earlier, the hard slam of a door, the heavy quiet that followed. I stayed on the bed with my knees pulled up and the lights off, listening for footsteps in the hallway. None came near my door.When the sky finally started to lighten I forced myself into the shower. The hot water did nothing for the tightness in my chest. I dressed in simple clothes, something loose that didn’t cling to the slight tenderness in my lower belly, and waited.At exactly seven the morning nurse arrived. She was the same woman from before, calm and efficient. She checked my blood pressure, temperature, and the injection site without small talk. Everything was within range. She left a new set of supplies on the counter and was gone before I could ask if she had heard anything unusual last night.I was still standing in the middle of the suite when the door opened again without

The elevator doors slid open.Casper stood there alone, still in the same shirt from earlier, phone in one hand and a second folder under his arm. He looked at the empty space behind me first, as if making sure Emma hadn’t doubled back, then stepped inside and reset the lock.“I changed every code again,” he said. “The building manager who helped her is already on administrative leave. She won’t get up here a second time.”I didn’t sit down. “The clinic texted. The evaluation is confirmed for ten.”“I know. I just got off the phone with their legal department.” He set the new folder on the counter. “They’re allowing my personal physician to sit in as an independent observer. That limits how far Emma can push the narrative. But you still have to go.”“And if they decide I’m too emotional?”“Then we fight the suspension. I’ve already started the paperwork.” He glanced at the time. “You need to sleep. The car leaves at nine fifteen.”He didn’t stay. He checked the security panel one last

The three of them stood between me and the only exit.Emma looked composed, almost serene. Margaret’s expression was the same cool assessment she had worn five years ago. My stepfather, Richard, stayed slightly behind them, hands in his pockets, as if he still preferred to let the women do the talking.“Sit down, Lilith,” Margaret said. “This doesn’t have to take long.”I stayed on my feet. “You forced your way onto a restricted floor, brought a nurse without consent, and now you bring him. Say whatever you came to say and leave.”Richard cleared his throat. “We’re here because this situation is getting out of hand. Emma is under enormous strain. Casper is distracted. The board is starting to notice. We need the addendum signed so everyone can move forward cleanly.”“Cleanly for who?” I asked. “You get the heir. Emma keeps the marriage. I disappear with money and no claim to the child I carried. That’s clean for everyone except me.”Emma stepped forward. “You agreed to be a surrogate.