Chapter 9:The First Blow

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• Billionaire’s Hidden Heir   Chapter 51:Shadows in the Light

  Spring unfurled slowly around the Sinclair estate. Trees bloomed with pale blossoms, and birdsong filled the crisp morning air. Despite the serenity, a quiet tension simmered beneath the surface—a storm of a different kind. Ava noticed it first. Delilah had grown quieter over the past week. Though she still helped around the house and worked on marketing for the bakery, her smiles were more strained, her laughter delayed. At night, Ava sometimes heard the creak of floorboards as Delilah wandered the hallways alone. It all came to a head one Saturday morning. Dominic had taken Liam to a nearby lake for fishing, giving Ava and Delilah the house to themselves. Ava was in the kitchen kneading dough for brioche when she noticed Delilah sitting silently at the table, her hands folded tightly in her lap. "You okay?" Ava asked gently. Delilah hesitated, then nodded. "Just tired." But Ava could see the shadow in her eyes. "You haven’t been sleeping, have you?" Delilah looked away. "I ha

• Billionaire’s Hidden Heir   Chapter 50:Tangled Histories and New Ties

  It had been three days since Delilah arrived, and the Sinclair home had begun adjusting to her presence in small but telling ways. Her things were no longer in a soggy satchel but neatly folded in the guest bedroom. She joined meals, helped with household chores, and took Emilia for walks around the garden to give Ava time to rest. But even with her gentle demeanor and obvious gratitude, the tension lingered beneath the surface.Ava noticed it first in Dominic. The way his jaw tightened when Delilah entered a room unexpectedly, the guarded tone he took when she asked questions about their father or their family business. He wanted to believe in her, Ava knew, but belief didn’t come easy to someone who had been betrayed so deeply before.That morning, Ava found him alone in the home office, staring blankly at the fireplace, a mug of untouched coffee cooling on the desk."She said she studied architecture in Paris," he muttered as Ava entered. "That she graduated with honors. But there’

• Billionaire’s Hidden Heir   Chapter 49:A Promise in the Storm

  The storm rolled in just after dusk. Heavy clouds gathered over the Sinclair estate, blanketing the sky in charcoal as thunder rumbled in the distance. Ava stood by the window in the nursery, gently rocking Emilia in her arms, watching as the first fat raindrops splattered against the glass. The rhythm of the storm was oddly soothing, echoing the beat of her heart. Dominic appeared behind her, slipping his arms around her waist, his chin settling on her shoulder. "Still can't believe she's ours," he whispered, his voice reverent. Ava smiled, her gaze fixed on their daughter, whose tiny hands clutched at the edge of her mother’s blouse in a sleep-hazy grip. "She's everything," she murmured. "Everything we didn't know we needed." Dominic pressed a kiss to her cheek. "And you're everything I ever needed." They stood there for a while, swaying gently to the sound of wind and rain, wrapped in the cocoon of their little world. But peace never lingered too long in lives that had once be

• Billionaire’s Hidden Heir   Chapter 48: A New Rythm

  The days that followed felt like they existed outside of time — a tender, dreamlike bubble where everything was new, yet somehow familiar. Ava moved slowly around the house, careful not to disturb baby Emilia as she slept soundly in her cradle, arms tucked close to her chest, lips making the occasional sleepy pout. Every breath that left her tiny nose felt like a miracle. And Dominic was right there with her, every step of the way. That morning, sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the nursery as Dominic adjusted the blankets and tucked Emilia in a little tighter. “She looks like you,” he whispered, brushing his fingertips lightly across their daughter’s dark hair. Ava smiled, leaning into him as they stood together at the cradle. “And she already has you wrapped around her little finger,” she teased softly. He chuckled, hands slipping around her waist. “That part’s true,” he agreed. “Both of you do.” --- The house was full again — Liam had

• Billionaire’s Hidden Heir   Chapter 47:The Arrival

  Ava woke to a sharp twinge in her belly. For a long moment, she lay still, listening to the rain outside and the even rhythm of Dominic’s breathing beside her. Maybe it was just another kick, another gentle nudge from the baby telling her to roll over. But then it happened again — a low, cramping sensation that was undeniably different. Her heart gave a little jump. “Dominic,” she whispered into the dark. He was instantly awake, blinking at her with that quiet intensity that could steady her in an instant. “Ava?” “I think it’s starting,” she murmured. In an instant, Dominic was up and at her side, one hand reaching to support her back as she slowly sat up. “Alright,” he said calmly — though she could see the spark of excitement in his gaze. “Let’s do this. I’ll call your mom and let her know we’re heading to the hospital.” --- The house was quiet as they prepared to leave, the rain outside shimmering in the glow of the porch light. Dominic had her hospital bag already waitin

• Billionaire’s Hidden Heir   Chapter 46:Ready for What comes Next

  The days melted one into the next as Ava’s due date inched closer, and the house buzzed with an unspoken sense of anticipation. Every morning, she woke feeling more connected to the life stirring inside her. Every night, she fell asleep wrapped in Dominic’s embrace, his hands protectively cradling her belly as if he could already feel their baby’s tiny heartbeat. There was a peaceful rhythm to this new chapter — one they had fought so hard to reach. That morning, Ava stood in the nursery they had so carefully prepared together. The walls glowed with the soft light filtering in through the windows, a gentle yellow they’d chosen because it felt warm and hopeful. A white crib stood in one corner, already dressed with blankets and tiny stuffed animals. A rocking chair rocked gently in the breeze from the open window, as if inviting her to sit and dream of the days to come. She let her hands trail over the edge of the crib and whispered, “We’re so ready for you, little one.” Behind her