Chapter Four : Unspoken Boundaries

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• Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire    Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Two – The Life We Chose

  LeilaThe day Gwen called to announce her acceptance of the offer coincided exactly with Elias’s six-month milestone.Leila held the phone wedged between her cheek and shoulder as she executed a one-handed fold of soft onesies in the laundry room while balancing Elias on her hip with the other hand. He was playfully gnawing on her shirt sleeve, leaving it damp with drool, his legs playfully kicking against her ribs.“Is this for real?” she asked, glancing at the phone as if expecting a response. Her incredulous tone was countered by an unmistakable smile.“It’s real,” Gwen reassured, her voice tinged with emotion. “Signed, sealed, and starting next month. So you can finally stop bugging me.”Leila let out a light laugh, the sound bright and airy in the warmed laundry room filled with the soft notes of a lullaby playing from a nearby speaker. “Not even a little sorry about it.”“I know you won't,” Gwen replied, her voice gentler now. “And honestly... thank you. I think I needed someon

• Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire    Chapter One Hundred Thirty-One – The Things That Matter

  LeilaIt occurred in an instant, almost too quick to notice.Just a fleeting twitch at the corners of her newborn son’s mouth, a sign that joy had brushed past him. Elias smiled in his sleep that morning—a soft, fleeting moment, like sunlight reflecting on water. That slight movement of his tiny lips resonated with Leila, striking her as clear and undeniable.She paused mid-action, one hand holding a ceramic bowl of oatmeal, the other suspended in the air with a spoonful halfway to her lips. Her robe draped loosely around her, soft cotton grazing her knees, and her hastily braided hair hung unevenly over one shoulder. She looked disheveled, yet at that moment, she felt like something sacred.From the kitchen, the warm smell of butter and toast drifted through the air. Adrian stood at the cooker, one hand absently stirring scrambled eggs in a pan, the other wrapped around his coffee mug as if it grounded him. On the counter beside him sat the baby monitor, a small gray device showing a

• Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire    Chapter One Hundred Thirty – The Shape of Morning

  The next morning, the world seemed to awakensoftly, as if it was also learning to breathe anew.Sunlight poured through the nursery curtains in delicate golden streaks, casting soft bars of warmth across the polished wood floor and the pale wool rug beneath the bassinet. Dust particles drifted lazily in the air, suspended in the serene morning stillness that felt almost sacred—still, and unspoken.Leila lay on her side next to Elias’s bassinet, one arm curled beneath her head and the other stretching to lightly touch the woven edge. She wasn’t fully asleep, nor entirely awake, existing in that in-between state of weariness and wonder. Wrapped in a pale blue swaddle, Elias barely stirred, with only the gentle rise and fall of his chest indicating the fragile life within—new and untested, yet timeless. He radiated a kind of divine stillness typical of newborns.Her body ached in unfamiliar places, yet none of it felt like suffering. It was simply part of the new journey she was learnin

• Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire    Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Nine – The World, and Ours

  After The DischargeThey left the hospital on a crisp Tuesday morning, the kind where the sky looked freshly blue, and the air tinged with the scent of rain, brick, and the first hints of greenery breaking through the earth. While spring hadn’t fully arrived, its presence was felt—curling at the edges of the winter cold, whispering promises in the wind. The world was on the brink of renewal, and so, it appeared, were they.Leila stood just outside the hospital room, holding Elias snugly against her chest in the soft wrap she and Adrian had diligently practiced tying for weeks. The fabric enveloped him securely, holding his tiny body close to her heartbeat. He was so light that she could almost forget he was there—until she felt his warmth against her, the gentle rise and fall of his breath, and the occasional flutter of his tiny fingers brushing against her ribs like a fleeting dream.In her mind, she had imagined being overwhelmed with fear as she left the clinical environment filled

• Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire    Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Eight– A Name Yet to be Spoken

  On a quiet Thursday afternoon, they prepared the hospital bag, the kind of day that felt like the breath held between seasons. Sunlight streamed through the nursery windows in fractured, amber beams, creating dynamic patterns on the light walls and wooden floor. The room carried a faint lavender fragrance from the sachets she'd tucked into the dresser drawers, blending harmoniously with the soft scent of baby powder and an essence of comfort.Leila perched on the edge of the rocker, carefully folding tiny onesies with trembling fingers. A persistent ache in her back felt like a pressure that came and went like the tide, making her pause frequently—not just to stretch, but to breathe deeply, to steadying herself against the looming arrival.“Almost there,” Adrian said, crouching beside the open suitcase. He handed her a pair of impossibly small white socks with pale blue trim, and the sight of them sent a new wave of emotion through her chest.She smiled, though her heart felt too tig

• Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire    Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Seven – The Weight of Light

  LeilaThe first real morning of spring arrived quietly, with a hush so tender it made her ache.The sunlight streamed in through the kitchen windows in rich, golden beams, draping the stone countertops like honey flowing from above. It flowed across the hardwood floors they had chosen together months earlier, every board selected after deliberation and laughter. Now, those very floors gleamed under the morning light, imbued with memories. The windows were cracked open just enough to let in the refreshing morning breeze, carrying the scents of moist earth, budding flowers, and something vibrantly green.Leila stood barefoot at the cooker, wrapped in one of Adrian’s old flannel shirts with sleeves rolled up past her elbows. She stirred a pot of oatmeal slowly, savoring the slower pace. Her body felt differently now—more balanced, a daily reminder of their shared journey. She moved with a newfound grace, as if the earth itself had become a part of her. Every step was intentional, each br