All Chapters of Pregnant by the Playboy Heir : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Outside, the wind dropped just before twilight. The Norman mansion felt strangely quiet.Almost too quiet.Jace stayed by himself inside his room, eyes fixed on the screen of his phone.A flicker of words stayed put, glowing faint. Still there, long after everything else faded. Not gone. Just waiting, silent in the dark.HELLO JACE.Three simple words.Exist they never should have - those three words. A strange echo now, hanging without reason. Not meant to be spoken, yet here they are.For more than seven days, Zena Hayes was gone without a trace.No calls.No messages.No online activity.Nothing.Out of nowhere, her phone started ringing again.Again, Jace looked at the words on the screen. He went over them once more, slowly.And again.Something about it felt wrong.Fingers flew across the keys as he replied without pause.Over here all along, just waiting.A beat passed - then came the answer. It showed up fast, like it had been waiting just behind the curtain.Switzerland.Jace

Bang went to the city just as Detective Raymond Cole lifted his finger toward Richard Norman.A few minutes would pass before the screens showed it again.Social media flooded with arguments.Folks who saw him that day trusted what he said without question.Some believed sorrow had at last cracked his mind.Folks just kept clashing, every single one holding a different view.On the conference stage, Richard Norman stood with an unexpected calmness.Almost too calm.Still, the lenses stayed locked onto his face.Reporters waited for outrage.For denial.For anger.His eyes met the lenses straight on while fixing the sleeves of his coat."Detective Cole has clearly suffered severe trauma."Everyone fell silent right away.His words held firm, without a single shake."The man lost his family.""He witnessed officers die.""He was kidnapped.""My heart truly goes out to him."Cole stared at him in disbelief.His head moved slowly from side to side, eyes downcast."I understand why he's co

Her eyes stayed fixed on the dark monitor.Thump thump, her heart hadn’t slowed yet. Still racing, like it forgot how to stop.Still clear, that caution stayed with her.Each person who looked into this before you ended up dead.You will be next.A voice showed up from nothing at all. It sat there, sudden, without warning.No login screen.No files.No desktop.Just those words.The lights on the display died suddenly.Bruce moved first.With a quick move, he took hold of the mouse then gave it a shake.Nothing.A finger tapped one key after another without pause.The screen flickered.Back came the desktop, gradual at first.Her arms crossed tight as she stood there."Tell me that's an old message."Bruce stayed quiet for a moment.Frozen on the display, his gaze didn’t waver. The screen held him without a blink.After that, the system menu appeared on screen when he tapped it."What are you doing?" Charlotte asked."Checking the activity log.""For what?""For whoever left that mess

Bruce didn’t sleep that night.He just sat at his kitchen table, staring at the photo.It showed him leaving his apartment. From that very day. He never saw who took it, but whoever it was had come close enough to touch him. Under the photo, they’d scribbled four words: We told you to stop.He sat there, watching the sun come up, and didn’t stop. He kept digging.If someone was sending threats, it meant he was on to something important. That scared him. But mostly, it made him curious.By eight, he was walking into the city archives. The old clerk barely bothered to look up.“What do you need?”Bruce slid a note across the counter. “I’m looking for historical records.”The clerk’s tone was tired. “What kind?”“Death records.”She let out a sigh. “Name?”He hesitated—just a beat—then said it. “Robert Green.”She froze. Only for a split second. Most people would have missed it, but Bruce caught it. Then she went back to business, started typing. A few minutes later, she handed him a nea

Bruce's POVI checked the locks on my door three times before leaving—then turned around and checked again. I hated being this paranoid. If you’d asked me yesterday, I’d have laughed at someone who acted like this. Now I couldn't even help it.Those messages changed things.Put the file back.Robert Green is dead.We're watching you.At first, it just felt like intimidation—scare tactics. Now I didn’t know what to think.I walked a full circle around my car, trying to act casual. I bent down, ran my hand along the tires, squinted under the bumper—checking for something, anything. Nothing out of place. No tracker stuck on, no scratch, no glass out of the ordinary. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was there. Watching—waiting, maybe even enjoying the show.My phone buzzed. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Spam. Just a random notification. I cursed under my breath, but honestly, this was getting out of hand. Thing is, I knew I wasn’t making it up. Someone out there knew about