All Chapters of Impregnated By The Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Heat surged to Noémie’s face, making her cheeks a deep scarlet. “Oh God, no!” She gasped in disbelief while also trying to hide the huge grin dying to claim her plush lips “I think I liked you better when you barely spoke like three words a day.”That was barely the truth. Sure, she had fallen for the same brute that he used to be, but now that he had started to open up and had exposed her to this wilder and a bit darker side of his, she didn’t want him to stop. She loved him for everything he was and more. There was no way she could hate him for anything he did or said. He was the perfect man any woman could ask for. A perfect man who belonged only to her. There hadn’t been a single moment she regretted saying yes to him the day he proposed. Four years with him had been nothing short of a dream.“It’s because you love me now,” he said with a pleased sparkle in his dar

Claire knew she fucked up. Big time. No less.Out of all the outcomes she imagined moments before making the biggest decision of her life, this was not what she had in mind. To be chucked out of his home right after confessing her love for him? Damn! The possibility never even crossed her. And why would it? He fucking loved her. Didn’t he?Unless she had hallucinated that entire conversation fourteen months ago. Or the way he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman on earth. As if she was the only one he truly, truly desired.Claire wondered what had changed. How could someone change so much in merely a few months? Was it even possible to hate a person with this amount of passion whom you’ve loved so much once upon a time? Had she hurt him that deeply?Yes! Her inner voice instantly supplied. Claire ignored it.No. This would not do. It couldn’t be the end of what they had. It just couldn’t. She refused to believe the small, reasonable voice growing louder at the back of

Claire averted her eyes, tugging at her bottom lip while staring out of the window.She knew Grandma was right. Vince was probably right, too. But while everyone was fucking right, what was she supposed to do?In less than seven hours, she humiliated her entire family, slapped Lucas, broke the engagement, and was rejected by the only man whom she did all those things for. She had no clue what she was going to do next.Her dad would be furious. He would probably throw her out of the will sooner or later. Her step mom would never have the courage to speak in front of her father, and her brother would never take a stand for her like in any other instances in the past. She was in so much deep water. How was she supposed to swim her way out of this?“Claire?”Claire didn’t know for how long she had zoned out when

Claire sighed into her chest and felt her back slump against the door. Her heart ached to see him this mad at her. She wondered what could she possibly do to make things back to normal between them.On second thought, things had never been normal between them. Perhaps that was the reason she felt so clueless and hopeless and helpless. She did not have a single clue what could she say or do to make him love her the way he did once. Had she taken too long to come to her senses? Was it possible that he liked someone else now?Claire hated the idea of Vince being with some other woman. No. That would not do. He only belonged to her. He only loved her. Sure, he was refusing to admit that right now, but she wasn’t planning on giving up on them soon. She would make him hers, no matter what price she had to pay.With that determination in her heart, she sucked in another deep breath

[Six Months Ago]After seeing off her husband at the airport for a two-days business trip, when a woman named Susan Green returned to her apartment, she barely kicked off her shoes and filled herself with a glass of water when a knock on the door arrived.Unsure of who it might be at the lunch hour, she opened the door only to find no one outside.Susan frowned. She was pretty sure she had heard the knock. Not once. Not twice. But thrice. Someone had knocked at the door thrice. Wondering if the kids in the building had once again picked up the bad habit of annoying the random neighbours, she closed the door and locked it.However, just when she hoped to get back to the kitchen counter and grab herself a glass of water, her gaze fell on the yellow manila envelope on the floor. It looked like someone had slipped it inside from under the door