Second Marriage, The Billionaire's Planned Love novel Chapter 130

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Caleb’s POV

Weeks had passed since that desperate moment with Ivy in the elevator. Her touch still burned through my veins like wildfire, especially after being separated for those torturous months. She continued evading me with military precision, using Jude and Gemma as her surveillance network. They’d signal whenever I emerged from my office or headed to check on Xavier, giving her perfect escape routes through the compound. Heidi had returned to help coordinate our upcoming territorial audit. The weekend would bring the crucial family meeting that could finally end this organizational nightmare. But today held a different kind of torment. I had to escort Yara Rossi to her gynecologist appointment for the first ultrasound. The mere thought made my blood run cold.

This appointment loomed like an execution. Every passing hour felt like agony. I couldn’t focus on anything, my mind consumed with disgust. I’d been avoiding that manipulative witch entirely, forcing our family lawyer to serve as messenger for every communication. The poor bastard had essentially become her personal secretary. Her father Roman had grown disturbingly quiet lately, which triggered every survival instinct I possessed. I’d already warned Xavier and Scott that something felt dangerously wrong.

At the appointed time, Jude knocked on my office door. Time to descend into personal hell. I grabbed my jacket with all the enthusiasm of a condemned man. When I reached the medical clinic, that parasitic woman was already there with her mother, launching herself at me like a heat–seeking missile. I sidestepped smoothly, watching her crash into the leather couch behind her.

“Darling, what a playful game. I could have been injured,” Yara whined in that voice that could shatter bulletproof glass.

“This isn’t a game. Stop throwing yourself at me like some desperate streetwalker,” I snarled, noticing the receptionist attempting to suppress her laughter.

I didn’t acknowledge Yara’s mother Patricia with even a glance. Instead, I positioned myself by the window, studying the street traffic until the doctor called Yara’s name.

The physician approached with an oily smile, extending his hand like we were old family friends.

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“You must be the proud father. Congratulations on this wonderful blessing”

1 stared at his outstretched hand without moving. Something about this man triggered my predatory instincts. His enthusiasm felt rehearsed, calculated. My survival instincts rarely failed me in this business, though I wondered if my hatred for Yara was coloring my judgment.

“Can we p

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proceed, Professor? My time is extremely valuable,” I said with arctic

The examination room felt like a stage set for some twisted theater production. The doctor bombarded Yara with endless questions before turning his attention to me.

“So, daddy, how are you handling those pregnancy cravings? Is mommy keeping you busy?”

I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until his eyes bulged. My expression could have frozen molten lava as I responded.

“She’s not my wife. Whatever cravings she experiences are none of my concern or

business.”

The doctor’s jaw dropped while Yara rushed to explain we’d be married soon according to family arrangements. I rolled my eyes, wishing I could vanish into the concrete,

Yara disappeared behind a curtain to change, then positioned herself on the examination table like some sacrificial offering. When the ultrasound began, the doctor’s excitement reached nauseating proportions.

“Then it is. Your beautiful baby.”

“Oh, how absolutely thrilling. Look, sweetheart, our child already has your strong bone structure,” Yara shrieked while her mother dabbed at her eyes with expensive tissues. “For Christ’s sake, woman, it’s nothing but a gray blur on a medical screen.” My irritation leaked from every pore, and this circus showed no signs of ending.

“Don’t speak about our child that way, Caleb, Yara screamed. She always screamed like a banshee.

“Let me share something truly special with you both, the doctor announced with revolting enthusiasm, adjusting his equipment. “You’re about to hear your baby’s heartbeat.

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The room filled with rapid, rhythmic sounds while Yara exploded into applause and car–splitting squeals. Mother of God, this woman genuinely terrified me. She and her mother created such a spectacle that other patients probably thought someone was being brutally murdered.

it me

“Doesn’t this move you to tears, honey?” Yara asked, flashing those horse teeth at What temporary insanity had possessed me to touch this creature?

“No, I feel absolutely nothing. I never wanted a child with you. I’m here purely because family obligations demand it,” I replied with brutal honesty.

“Caleb.” Another banshee shriek. “You’re going to traumatize our baby’s emotional development before birth.”

“Excellent. I’ll add therapy expenses to my financial responsibility ledger.” I felt nothing for her or this supposed pregnancy. The realization disturbed me because it wasn’t normal. A father should feel something when hearing his child’s heartbeat. I’d always envisioned fatherhood, but this situation left me completely hollow. With that troubling thought, I walked out.

The appointment suffocated me like being buried alive. Every minute in that room felt like drowning in quicksand. The doctor prescribed vitamins, ordered multiple blood tests, and instructed us to schedule another appointment soon..

At the reception desk, I handled payment and scheduling while the receptionist worked efficiently. Along with my receipt, she slipped me a card reading “call me” with her phone number. Interesting. The receptionist was making her play, but perhaps I could use this to antagonize Yara. She gave me a professional smile that I returned. Something about her face seemed familiar, like I’d encountered her somewhere in the organization, but the thought evaporated when I left the building,

“Sweetheart, you’re taking mother and me to dinner at that exquisite French restaurant,” Yara announced with such delusional confidence that I actually laughed. “You’re completely insane if you think I’m going anywhere with either of you parasites.” I replied mockingly.

“Caleb,” she screamed. Another tantrum brewing.

“Caleb, you must at least provide transportation home. I already dismissed our driver,” Patricia interjected. Another woman who thought she could command a mafia Don. “Since you don’t want the families thinking I’m completely heartless,” I walked to the

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curb and flagged down an approaching taxi. It stopped immediately, I opened the door with theatrical courtesy. “Your chariot awaits. Taxi service will transport you wherever your black hearts desire.”

They stared at me in complete shock. I left the door hanging open, walked to my armored vehicle, and drove away. In my rearview mirror, I watched Yara having another complete meltdown while her mother shoved her into the taxi. For the first time all day, I laughed genuinely, feeling my tension finally dissolve.

I drove straight to Xavier’s compound where he’d organized a poker game with the crew. He’d planned this distraction after noticing my murderous mood all day. Everyone had already arrived when I walked in. Finn immediately handed me a glass of bourbon with ice.

“So Caleb, how did your date with the devil’s spawn go?” Jude asked with a dangerous

smirk.

“Gentlemen, you cannot imagine what it’s like dancing with Satan’s own daughter, I said, remembering the horrific afternoon.

I recounted the street scene when leaving the clinic. The crew laughed until tears

Instinctive streamed down their faces. Then I described the appointment and my distrust of the doctor. Finally, I shared my complete emotional disconnection from this

pregnancy.

“You know, guys, I’ve always wanted to be a father, especially after losing my parents to that car bomb. But I feel absolutely nothing, zero emotion, for this supposed baby,” I concluded.

“Well, boss, it’s probably because you despise the mother,” Dominic suggested.

*I’m not sure. I feel such overwhelming love for Max. My heart nearly explodes when he runs toward me with those little arms stretched wide for a hug. I’m so proud of that boy. But for my own supposed child, I feel nothing.”

“Maybe because Max is Ivy’s son and you’re obsessed with her,” Finn observed.

“I don’t know. What I feel for Max is enormous. The way my heart ignites when he’s with me, the pure joy I experience. But with this baby, when the doctor played the heartbeat today, I felt absolutely nothing. Shouldn’t a father feel something? Pride? Excitement? Anything?

“My old man always said when mom was pregnant with me, he went crazy with joy and

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