Chapter: FORTY-SEVEN Hospitals were honest places. People believed they were neutral, sterile, and governed by ethics and protocol. That illusion amused me. Hospitals, like banks and governments, bent beautifully when pressure was applied in the right places; softly, politely, with impeccable timing.I stood in the private records office three floors above the maternity wing, jacket folded over my arm, cuffs immaculate, expression pleasant enough to pass for harmless. Which was precisely why people underestimated me.The woman behind the desk, early forties, tired eyes, coffee breath looked up from her screen.“Yes?” she asked.I smiled. The kind of smile that suggested I paid for buildings like this.“Alexander Hart,” I said calmly. “I’m here regarding a birth record from three years ago.”Her fingers hesitated over the keyboard.“Sir, those records are confidential.”“Of course,” I replied mildly. “That’s why I’m here.”I slid a leather folder across the desk. Inside were letters, authorisations, signat
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Chapter: FORTY-SIXDAMIAN My parents’ house had always been too quiet for my liking. Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The kind that crept into your bones and forced you to hear your own thoughts. Tonight, it felt worse. Heavy and judgmental. As if the walls themselves knew I had lied beautifully, expertly, and were waiting for the truth to rot me from the inside out. I sat in my father’s old leather armchair, the one that still smelled faintly of cedar and expensive cologne, with Angela curled up in my lap. She fit there too perfectly. Too small, too warm, too mine. I just need to know the truth of it. Her little legs were tucked against my stomach, one arm wrapped around my ribs like she was afraid I might vanish if she loosened her grip. Her stuffed bunny missing one button eye was squished between us. She smelled like baby shampoo and bedtime stories and everything I didn’t deserve. I stroked her curls absently, my thumb tracing the familiar spiral at the crown of her head. Curly hair, just
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Chapter: FORTY-FIVE ELENA Alex sat in the visitor’s chair, crossing one leg over the other as though he were in a boardroom instead of a hospital room that smelled faintly of antiseptic and depression. His tablet rested in his lap, screen glowing with a list of names so long I felt dizzy just looking at them. “Banquet invitations,” he said, tapping the screen with a smug grin. “New York’s elite. Europe’s elite. Asia’s elite. Every billionaire who thinks they’re important, though compared to us, they’re hobbyists.” I snorted. “You really love showing off, huh?” “Sweetheart,” Alex said, without shame, “if you don’t show off, people forget you exist. And we don’t do ‘forgotten’ in the Hart family.” I leaned back on my pillows and chewed the inside of my cheek. My headache was finally gone, but my mind… my mind felt bruised. I felt bruised. Alex scrolled again. "So far, invitations have gone out to every major investor, business partner, and royal we can tolerate.” “Royal?” I blinked. He
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Chapter: FIFTY-FOURELENA The second Damian walked out of the room, shoulders stiff, pride bleeding out of him with every step, the entire atmosphere shifted. It was like someone finally cracked open a window in a suffocating room. Alex waited until the door clicked shut… then he moved. He sat down right where Damian had been sitting, lowering himself with that quiet confidence only men like him possessed men who didn’t need to announce their power. Men who just were powerful. He took my hand. Warm, steady, familiar in a way that almost broke me. “Elena,” he murmured, thumb brushing over my knuckles. My chest tightened, and before I knew it, tears pricked my eyes. I swallowed hard. “Uncle Alex… how—how did you even know I was here?” My voice was still hoarse, but at least it didn’t feel like sandpaper now. He raised an eyebrow. “Did you forget who I am?” That made me laugh. A broken, tiny, but real laugh. “Okay, okay,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “Point taken. I’m just… really glad you’
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Chapter: FIFTY-THREEDAMIAN The moment that voice cut through the room, deep, cold, and far too comfortable giving orders, and my spine locked up. “You heard her; leave now.” I turned, slowly, and the man leaning in the doorway looked like he’d stepped straight out of a tailored revenge fantasy. Dark suit, darker stare, and an expression that said he’d buried men for breathing in his direction. Elena whispered something under her breath, too soft even for me to catch it, but her eyes, they, widened. Recognition and amiliarity. Which immediately irritated the hell out of me. Her mother gasped softly and practically ran towards him, hugging him like a prodigal son. Just perfect. The man stepped into the room, his hand resting briefly on Elena’s mother’s back before he turned to me again. His eyes raked over me like he was measuring whether I’d fit in the trunk of a car. “Gentlemen usually leave when a lady asks,” he said, calm, in that infuriating older-man-knows-everything tone. “I don’t like
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Chapter: FIFTY-TWOELENA I didn’t even hesitate. I stepped out the front door barefoot, hair a mess, face still streaked with dried cemetery dirt. If they wanted a fragile, shaken, grieving Elena, they were in for a wake-up call. Both of them turned when they heard me. Cathy looked like she’d seen a ghost. Damian looked like he’d finally seen the consequence of all his sins at once. Good. “What did you mean about Angela?” I demanded. Just the truth I’d been starved for. Cathy blinked rapidly, her hands lifting in that “baby, wait, let’s talk about this inside” motherly panic. “Elena, sweetheart—” “Don’t.” My voice cracked, but I didn’t let it break. “What. Did you. Mean?” Her eyes darted to Damian like she expected him to magically fix the situation. He didn’t move or blink. He even didn’t say a single damn thing. I snapped. “And what did you mean about an EMPTY GRAVE?” I screamed. Cathy jumped. “Elena—” “Don’t lie to me! Don’t you DARE lie to me right now! What EMPTY GRAVE?! What did you
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THE RETURN OF THE BILLIONAIRE’S EX-WIFE
“It’s our anniversary today. I planned our day together,” I declare.
“I have work to do,”
“But I asked your PA to clear your schedule for the day,”
“That’s the thing. You made plans behind my back without talking to me about it first, Ariel,” He then walks past me and walks out of the closet.
“I thought I was doing something nice for you – for us at least. You have always worked so hard, so at least take this day off with me. We never got to celebrate our wedding anniversary,” I rebuke.
He decides not to say anything. He opens his bag on the couch facing our bed and takes out a white A4 envelope, tossing it on the little table in the middle of our room.
“Is it so hard for you to read the room all the time? How would you celebrate a wedding anniversary when there is no love between us? Are you not tired of all this pretence because I am!" He chastises. "That’s for you. Sign it so that we can get it over and done with,” With that said, he puts on his black sunglasses and walks out of the room.
Only then do I breathe out the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m confused and, most of all, hurt. I didn’t see this coming.
I drop my eyes on the envelope with bold printed letters of the name of the law firm our lawyer works at.
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Chapter: Chapter 176The late afternoon sun spilled golden light over the waterfront promenade, the ocean shimmering as seagulls called overhead. Lily skipped ahead, her hand clutching a small paper bag of warm, sugar-dusted doughnuts. Dante kept a steady watch on her, his arm loosely draped around Monica’s shoulders.
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Chapter: Chapter 175The rain had stopped by morning. Light streamed through the wide windows of Dante’s estate, spilling across the kitchen where Monica stood barefoot, hair loose, wearing one of his shirts. She was stirring Lily’s oatmeal, the steam curling into the air. She didn’t even realize she was humming—an ol
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Chapter: Chapter 174The breakfast had been a slow, simmering torture. Monica sat rigid in the high-backed chair, her fingers curled around the delicate porcelain cup as though it might shatter under the weight of her pulse. Across from her, Dante lounged like a king who’d already won the war, one hand lazily draped o
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Chapter: Chapter 173Her cottage could fit into this place twenty times over. At the end of the hall, a set of double doors swung open. The dining room stretched long and wide, sunlight spilling through tall windows. The smell of coffee and expensive leather filled the air. And there he was. Sitting at the head of
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Chapter: Chapter 172Monica’s eyes snapped open. For a second, she thought she was in one of those luxury hotel commercials — the kind she used to mute while eating instant noodles because they made her feel broke. The ceiling stretched high above her, painted with pale cream swirls and gold accents. The curtains, h
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Chapter: Chapter 171A man stepped in like he owned the place — dressed in black from boots to gloves, black tactical vest, mirrored sunglasses even though it was night. The faint squawk of radio static came from the earpiece buried in his ear. And the rifle in his hands… that spoke louder than words. Monica froze. He
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I FELL IN LOVE WITH MY SECRET BILLIONAIRE BODYGUARD
“Can you feel that?”
“Paula, this is not right,” He tries to deny the spark between us.
“But it feels right, right?”
“Damn, Paula,”
“Please, Sergio. Don’t deny us this,”
He growled, and before I know it, he grabs me on my wrists and smashes his lips on mine, me hard. I place my hands on his face, participating in the . Our tongues bump against each other, fighting for dominance. He moves his lips down to my neck and sucks on it, sending chills down my spine, and my panties are already soaking .
I let out soft , grasping into his arms. He runs his tongue on my face and stops on my ear, nibbling it, and whispers:
“We can’t do this, baby girl.” Argh, so disappointing!
He sits back in his seat and starts the car. It is only a matter of time before he gives in – he just needs a little more time.
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Chapter: EPILOGUE #2PAULAI was in the kitchen helping Sergio’s grandmother to bake cupcakes for the kids at the orphanage home when Sergio’s mother came into the kitchen with my crying two-month-old baby in her arms. These two love each other too much. Oh, and it gets worse when the father is here; it is like I do not exist at all.“She no longer wants the milk from the bottle. She wants it straight from its cow. Oh, this child can be cheeky when she wants to,” Sergio’s mother, whom I have gotten used to calling her mama says.I laugh and clean up my hands before I get her. Yes, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom my father named Sofia which was also my late mother’s name. I loved it when my father suggested it, and Sergio had no problem with it. I got to meet my aunt who is my mother’s sister, and we are in contact. As for Belinda, she was found and got arrested for murder. I cannot believe that woman fooled us all and claimed to love me. It is just sad that she was my brothers’ mother.“She is
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Chapter: EPILOGUE #1SERGIOPaula and I might have gotten married so suddenly, I mean, we never really dated long and the moment I saw her looking so beautiful in her wedding dress that was meant for that bustard called Steve, I knew that I wanted to marry her. I have no regrets whatsoever, but I think I might have rushed to make her mine without thinking it through, and I was also jealous that she was looking so beautiful for another man, which is why this time I want to make things right.I am going to put my pride aside and approach Paula’s father to ask to make things right with him. I want to marry Paula the right way with both our families attending the wedding; no hate, no anger, no drama. All I want is a perfect wedding for my wife, and I want this marriage to be meaningful.Sigh.I do not know if it is me, but this pregnancy is just messing up Paula’s mind. At every chance she gets, she makes sure that she tells me where to get off. Earlier today, I was playing the piano while she was sleeping be
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Chapter: TIME TO GO BACK HOMEPAULA“What do they say?” I ask, nervously as Sergio walks out of the bathroom holding three pregnancy tests in his hands. I am sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting eagerly for the results.“They all have double red lines, honey – we are pregnant,” He excitedly says, and I put my hands on my burning cheeks.Is this really happening? Is this really happening to me? I am pregnant and carrying a child with the love of my life. I am carrying Sergio’s heir.I am happy that I am experiencing this with him, and we both have mutual feelings about it. He makes it easier for me to accept that I am pregnant. Did I want to have a baby this early? No, but Sergio makes me excited about the idea.“We are going to have a baby,” He puts the pregnancy tests aside and rushes to me before kneeling in front of me and kissing my exposed belly from the cropped bra I am wearing.I place my hands on his head and caress it. This is everything that I have ever dreamed of. This is what I imagined when I said
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Chapter: TWO WEEKS LATESERGIO I haven’t had a good sleep the way I did last night in a long time. It is a windy morning, and the waves in the ocean are not failing to hit aggressively against the rocks, but that is nothing to complain about because it is beautiful. I am in the kitchen making breakfast for me and my wife. Things between us are promising, but we are taking it slowly. KIDDING! We are definitely rushing to catch up, I mean, last night we had an amazing love-making session, and before we slept, we talked about our dreams. I asked her if she would ever think about moving to France, and without hesitation, she said a BIG YES. Well, to me it sounded like a rational decision because, to be honest, Paula has been through so much and probably wants to get away for that reason, so I am going to ask her again so that she does get to think about it. While I am busy in the kitchen, Paula walks in, wearing only the t-shirt that I was wearing last night. I walk up to her and stand in front of her. “Goo
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Chapter: BIG DADDYPAULATwo days ago, we arrived on the island. My husband is not okay, and every time I ask him what the matter is; he tells me that he almost lost me. He is scared, he is shaken, but I know that it is not me. Something is really triggering him, but all he cares about is my well-being and wants me to get better.I want my husband to get better as well!I am in the bedroom, watching a movie on Netflix called ME TIME. Whoever gave birth to Kevin Hart should be held responsible for my cause of death. I just cannot stop laughing. Why do people hate it so much? If I could, I would give it one hundred stars because it is hilarious.I wish I was not watching it alone. I am lonely, and I miss my husband. He takes the guestroom while I take the main bedroom. I know that I am the one that suggested it but, I kind of want him back. I miss him.I take my phone and scroll to his number and just look at it. I do not know why I always feel scared to call him, but I have no choice because he does not
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Chapter: HARD-HEADED PAULASERGIOThey say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Right now, I feel like I am given both limes and lemons, and I still don’t know which one is the sourest between them. That is how complicated my life is, and I just have to swallow the bitter taste the lemons and limes leave in my throat.I am at home with my two lovely women who have just added more stress to my stress. I feel like hitting my head against the wall and just dying with everything because I am just surrounded by darkness, and I feel responsible for everything that is happening around me.I look at my son — I mean, Diego. He is peacefully sleeping on my bed after crying so much. He does not deserve what is going on right now, and a child like this does not need to stay in a home that is not happy. I am not happy right now, and I will not heal any time soon. I am crushed, and I will be more crushed when the tests prove that Diego is not my son.I love him so much, and I know that he loves me too. How can he not b
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