One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 90: She is pregnant

Raymond, my boy... oh God."

MaMa clamped both hands over her mouth as Raymond stepped into the room. The moment their eyes landed on him, the atmosphere shifted completely. Bertha and Sylvia stood frozen, the shock of his appearance written all over their faces.

Raymond looked nothing like himself. He was haggard, worn down, and barely holding together. His hair, once always sleek and brushed neatly backward, now fell messily over his face, unkempt and dull. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw tense, and there was a heaviness in his entire presence that made the room feel smaller.

They all rose to their feet at once.

"Oh, what am I going to tell your mother when I see her?" MaMa cried, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. "I have failed her in every way possible..."

Her thoughts had already drifted to Raymond’s late mother her dear friend...

and the guilt she carried resurfaced all at once.

"It’s not your fault, MaMa," Raymond said softly, trying to steady her.

He had seen this countless times before. She always took the blame for everything that went wrong in his life, as if she could have somehow prevented fate itself.

"Of course it’s mine!" she insisted immediately. "Maybe if I had taken Lena in, maybe none of this would have happened. When Sylvia told me about your issues, I thought it was just a petty squabble.

I believed you two would resolve it in no time... I didn’t know it would escalate like this."

Her tears streamed freely now, her voice trembling with regret.

Raymond exhaled slowly, his lips curving into a faint, bitter smile. Then, without another word, he closed the distance between them and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Look at you... you’re so thin," she murmured against him, her voice laced with worry. "Have you even slept?"

She kept asking questions, one after another, but Raymond didn’t answer. Instead, he held onto her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.

She was the closest thing he had to a mother now. And though he rarely showed it, he cherished her deeply.

"I don’t know where she is..." he whispered, his voice dropping, losing all its usual authority. In that moment, he sounded nothing like the feared man everyone knew, just a scared boy seeking comfort. "I’m scared... I don’t want to lose her."

MaMa’s expression softened instantly.

"Baby, you will find her," she said gently, her hands moving in slow, soothing circles over his back. "I believe that. Nothing will happen to her. You just have to stay strong,

for her. You need to be strong so you can bring her back."

Raymond stayed in her arms for a while, allowing himself that brief moment of weakness before finally pulling away.

He guided her back to her seat, holding her hand carefully, and the three women sat down together. Raymond took a seat beside them, his posture tense but controlled.

Only then did he notice Damon and Liam standing in the room.

His eyes lingered on Liam for a second longer than necessary. He hadn’t expected him to be back already. Wasn’t he supposed to be overseeing the team? Something about that didn’t sit right with him, but he chose not to address it,not yet.

There were more pressing matters.

"I heard from Liam that you all have something to tell me," Raymond said, his tone calm but edged with suspicion.

MaMa’s hand, which still rested on his, tightened unconsciously.

Raymond’s gaze swept across the room, landing on each of them one after the other. But instead of answers, he was met with avoidance. Eyes dropped. Faces turned away. No one wanted to meet his gaze.

That was all the confirmation he needed.

His body stiffened.

"What is it that you’re not telling me?" he asked again, his voice quieter now, but far more dangerous. "Did something happen?"

"Raymond..." MaMa began hesitantly. "I need you to promise me something first."

He looked at her, his brows drawing together slightly.

"You have to promise me you won’t go berserk... or do anything crazy after you hear this."

A cold feeling settled in his chest.

His instincts were already screaming at him. Whatever they were about to say, it had everything to do with Lena. And it wasn’t good.

His heart dropped.

"She better not be dead," he said suddenly.

The words came out sharp and unexpected, cutting through the room.

"Who are you talking about?" Liam asked, confused.

Raymond shot him an irritated look.

"Who else would I be talking about?" he snapped.

"Lena, of course."

Silence followed.

All eyes were on him now, but no one spoke.

"She’s not dead..." Sylvia finally said. Then, after a brief pause, she added, "but she’s pregnant."

The words landed like a bomb.

Raymond blinked once.

Then again.

"Pregnant... what?" he repeated slowly, as if the word itself didn’t make sense.

His voice rose with each passing second.

"What do you mean she’s pregnant? How could she be pregnant?"

His breathing became uneven, agitation creeping in.

"She was on contraceptives when she was with me, so how could she be pregnant?"

His eyes snapped toward Damon.

"You explained this to me, didn’t you?"

His voice was louder now, sharper, on the edge of snapping.

Damon held his gaze calmly.

"Well... contraceptives aren’t foolproof," he said carefully. "They can fail for several reasons. In Lena’s case, it likely did. All we need to do is find her. I’ll examine her myself and figure out exactly what went wrong."

He spoke in a measured tone, trying to keep things from escalating further.

But it didn’t help.

Not at all.

Raymond’s anger was already spiraling.

"So she’s pregnant..." he muttered, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Then his head snapped up.

"And I’m just finding out now?"

His voice thundered through the room.

"Why didn’t she tell me? And how do all of you know... but I don’t?"

He shot up from his seat, his entire body radiating tension.

aMa quickly grabbed his hand, trying to steady him, to calm him, but it barely made a difference.

"Don’t look at me," Damon said quickly. "I didn’t know either. I only found out yesterday, from Sylvia."

"Me too," Liam added immediately.

Sylvia scoffed.

"Wow. Amazing," she said sarcastically, throwing them both a look of disbelief.

Damon shrugged, completely unbothered, while Liam avoided her gaze entirely.

But Raymond wasn’t looking at them anymore.

His attention had locked onto Sylvia.

And the look in his eyes made her straighten slightly.

"I found out a day before she was kidnapped," she said, meeting his gaze without backing down.

A dangerous silence filled the room.

"And you didn’t think to tell me?" Raymond asked, his voice low and controlled, but far more terrifying than his shouting. "You knew she was pregnant... and you kept it to yourself?"

He started walking toward her, each step deliberate, his anger barely contained.

Before he could get any closer, Liam stepped in front of Sylvia.

"Whoa.....whoa....hey..." Liam raised both hands. "I think emotions are running high right now. You need to calm down, Raymond. This isn’t Sylvia’s fault."

The rest of the room seemed to agree, but neither Raymond nor Sylvia was willing to back down.

"Liam, get out of my way," Sylvia snapped from behind him. "I don’t need you to protect me."

Then her eyes locked onto Raymond again, blazing with anger.

"And you can go to hell, Raymond," she spat. "If I had known things would turn out like this, I would have never let Lena make that call."

Her voice rose, shaking with emotion.

"She didn’t want to tell you! She was scared, you wouldn’t accept her or the baby!"

The words hit hard.

"But I convinced her to call you," Sylvia continued, her voice breaking slightly. "She was planning to leave Vegas for good. Maybe... just maybe... if she hadn’t called you, if you two hadn’t planned to meet when you got back..."

She took a shaky breath.

"Maybe she would have left already. And maybe... she wouldn’t have been kidnapped."

The room fell silent.

Raymond stopped walking.

Every word sank in slowly, painfully.

"She wanted to leave... with my baby?" he asked quietly.

His voice had changed again, no longer angry, but hollow.

"Of course she wanted to leave," Sylvia replied, her tone softer now but still firm. "Who wouldn’t?"

Raymond didn’t respond.

He just stood there, his mind racing, struggling to process everything at once.

She wanted to leave me.

Leave with my baby.

She’s pregnant...

His child.

A sudden urgency surged through him, overriding everything else.

"She’s pregnant..." he muttered under his breath. Then louder, more frantic, "Oh my God... I need to get her out of there."

Without another word, he turned and strode out of the room, completely forgetting about everyone else.

The door shut behind him.

Silence lingered for a moment.

Then MaMa spoke, her voice filled with concern.

"I think... you all need to follow him."

No one argued.