Chapter 29: Out of Sight

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• Bound to the Billionaire’s Baby   Chapter 35: The Quiet Between Storms

  Amara lay still long after Liam’s breathing evened out beside her. The warmth of his body was real, anchoring, but her mind floated elsewhere—backward, inward. Eight weeks. She was eight weeks pregnant. The number rang in her chest like a tolling bell, marking time she hadn’t realized she’d lost. Or maybe—stolen.She rolled slowly onto her back, her palm flattening over her abdomen. Barely a swell, yet the weight of it felt immense. It wasn’t just a baby. It was a decision. A tether. A living consequence of everything she had run from, and toward.The memory was a ghost with claws. Sebastian’s hands on her thighs. The cold floor. His voice rough, commanding. “You’re not keeping that baby. You either choose me or you lose everything.” He’d said it with such calm certainty, like he was offering an ultimatum with a ribbon on top.At the time, she had believed she needed to hear him out. One last confrontation. One final severing of ties. But she’d been wrong.

• Bound to the Billionaire’s Baby   Chapter 34: The Grip That Burned

  The dream came uninvited.It always did.Amara was back in that dark loft apartment, high above Rue Montmartre, draped in shadows and red silk sheets. Candlelight flickered against the exposed brick walls. The scent of bergamot and firewood clung to her skin. And he was there.Sebastian.She felt his presence before she saw him—like a storm rolling in. His voice was a low, velvet thread in the back of her mind, tugging at her spine."You always look better when you’re unsure," he whispered, stepping from behind her, shirt unbuttoned, gaze unrelenting. "Let me help you remember what it means to belong to someone."Her breath caught. Not in fear. Not in anticipation. In something murkier. That cocktail of desire and danger that had always drawn her to him.In the dream, she didn’t resist.His hands gripped her wrists. Bound them behind her back with that black silk tie he always wore like a promise. He kissed her neck, slow and searing, and whispered things that made her knees weaken. H

• Bound to the Billionaire’s Baby   Chapter 33: The Shadow Behind the Glass

  Tessa woke with a pounding headache and the overwhelming sense that something wasn’t adding up. The chill of the holding cell, the sterile quiet of the precinct, the fragmented memory of the accident—it all felt like a dream stitched together with faulty thread.She sat up on the bench, brushing hair from her eyes, when something clicked. The phone call.The hospital call.She hadn’t asked Amara if she confirmed it. The doctor. The seizure. Max.Had Amara even verified it?Before the thought could settle, Elliot appeared at the door. He looked worn.“You’re being released pending investigation. The footage and witness reports are… complicated.”Tessa blinked. “Complicated how?”He stepped in, voice low. “The victim had no ID. No digital footprint. No confirmed residence.”“Wait, what?”“It’s like he didn’t exist.”Tessa’s mouth went dry.---Across town, Amara sat at Max’s bedside rereading her call log.The call from Saint-Pierre Hospital—the one that pulled her from her guesthouse a

• Bound to the Billionaire’s Baby   Chapter 32: Threads Unraveled

  Late that night, Amara found herself wide awake in her Paris guesthouse. Rain pattered against the window, a soft drumroll that matched the thrum in her chest. She’d spent the afternoon at Max’s bedside—short visits, hushed updates, assurances that he was stable. But her mind kept drifting back to Tessa in custody, Elliot’s restrained presence, and Liam's unwavering support.She reached for her sketchbook, fingers hovering over the blank page. Her pencil pressed in, forming the first delicate line—a heartbeat drawn in charcoal, jagged and anxious.Her phone buzzed:Liam (Paris): Can you meet me at Rue des Martyrs? 10 AM. Need to show you something.Amara’s breath caught. She replied: Yes. Heartbeats later, she fell into a fitful sleep.---Morning arrived damp and soft. Amara met Liam at a quiet café across from the old bookstore on Rue des Martyrs. He wore the same black sweater from the hospital like a talisman.He didn’t speak at first—only slid a small, unmarked envelope across th

• Bound to the Billionaire’s Baby   Chapter 31: Pressure Points

  Tessa’s cell was cold—more from the silence than the air. She sat on the bench, elbows on her knees, hands clasped so tight her knuckles ached. Every sound echoed too loud. A door slamming two corridors down. A woman sobbing in a nearby holding unit. The officer’s radio squawking intermittently.She hadn’t cried.Not when they cuffed her.Not when they read her the man’s time of death.Not even when she saw the blood on the hood of her car.But now? Sitting here, alone, with nothing but her thoughts clawing at her? Now the tears burned like acid.She hadn’t meant to kill anyone. God, no. She was rushing. Yes. Distracted. Yes. But she wasn’t reckless. She hadn’t even been going that fast.The man had stepped into the road.Didn’t he see the car?Didn’t she see him?Was that one second of impact enough to unravel every good thing she’d ever done?A sharp breath escaped her lips, and she folded forward, forehead to knees. The cold from the cement bled through the thin padding of the benc

• Bound to the Billionaire’s Baby   Chapter 30: When the Sky Shifts

  Amara was already half-awake in the quiet guesthouse she'd rented just outside Paris—far enough to breathe, close enough that the city still buzzed beneath her dreams. She had turned her phone off after sending one final message to Liam: I need space. Not forever. Just a little longer.The knock came just before dawn.She blinked herself upright, disoriented. Another knock.Groggy, she opened the door to find the concierge holding out her phone. "Miss West, this call came through reception. It sounded urgent."Heart in her throat, she took the phone. "Hello?""Amara? It’s Dr. Alain from Saint-Pierre. Maxwell had a mild seizure in the night. He’s stabilized now, but we thought you should know."Amara exhaled sharply, gripping the doorframe. "Thank you. I—I’ll come by later today."She hadn’t even processed the first wave of panic before the phone buzzed again."Hello?""Amara, it’s Tessa." Her voice was shredded with fear. "I was headed to Saint-Pierre when—I didn’t see him. I hit some