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NINETY ONE

Author: Crazywrites
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-22 23:52:34

"If you walk out that door, Julian, I swear to God I will buy this entire airline just to ground your jet!"

Elena’s voice echoed through the marble foyer of the penthouses, sharp enough to cut glass. Her chest heaved beneath her silk blouse, her dark eyes flashing with a mix of fury and fear that she desperately tried to hide.

Julian stopped in his tracks, his hand hovering inches from the handle of the heavy mahogany front door. He slowly turned around, adjusting the cufflinks of his tailored
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  • A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE    HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN

    The silence inside the small cottage was heavy and suffocating. Marianne stood by the big bed, her heart pounding against her ribs as she looked down at Max’s sleeping face. Her hands were shaking, and her mind was a mess of fear and desire. Taking him to this hidden house after slipping a drug into his drink was a huge risk. But seeing him here—so close and completely helpless—gave her a rush of control. For the first time, Maximo Sterling was hers. He was far away from Genevieve’s dark plans and far away from Leslie.Suddenly, a sharp scraping sound came from the end of the dark hallway outside.Marianne froze. Her blood ran cold, and her eyes went wide with fear as she looked toward the thick wooden door. Had Genevieve’s men found her? Had Leslie figured out where Max was and tracked them down?Holding her breath, Marianne slipped off her shoes and walked quietly across the carpet to the door. She pressed her ear to the cold wood and listened. Outside, the wind blew hard through th

  • A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE    HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN

    Marianne stood silently in the shadow of the quiet hallway, holding a tray of polished silverware against her chest. She watched her big sister, Genevieve Sterling, pacing back and forth in the grand drawing room. Genevieve was furious. Her sharp high heels clicked against the marble floor like hard gunshots, her hands waving wildly in the air as she shouted at her assistants.Genevieve was planning another attack. She was always plotting, always finding new ways to ruin Maximo Sterling and his bride, Leslie."We strike tomorrow morning!" Genevieve hissed to her lawyer, her voice filled with pure venom. "The Manhattan Grand Hotel. I will humiliate Leslie in front of every television camera in the city! I will prove those diamonds on her neck are fake, and when she falls, Max will fall with her!"Marianne’s heart hammered against her ribs. Every time Genevieve mentioned Max's name, a strange, burning feeling flared inside Marianne’s chest.Genevieve thought Marianne was just a timid, o

  • A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE    HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN

    LESLIE’S POVI stood by the window inside the quiet study, staring out at the rain falling hard against the glass. The heavy wooden door clicked open, and Max walked into the room.The moment he stepped inside, I could feel the intense, dark energy surrounding him. His jaw was set tight, and his dark grey eyes were burning with a cold, terrifying anger. But as soon as his gaze landed on me, that harsh look softened just a fraction."Max," I whispered, taking a step toward him. "Is everything okay? I heard raised voices in the living room."Max didn't answer right away. He closed the distance between us in two long strides, reaching out to wrap his strong arms around my waist. He pulled me hard against his broad chest, burying his face into the side of my neck. He was holding me so tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go for even one second, I would vanish into thin air."Max?" I murmured softly, my hands coming up to stroke the back of his dark hair. "What happened with Grandmo

  • A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE    HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

    LESLIE’S POVThe rain had been falling heavily over Manhattan for two hours, beating a constant, dull rhythm against the high glass windows of the penthouse living room.I was sitting on the plush velvet sofa with a thick wool blanket wrapped tightly around my shoulders. On the small glass table beside me, a cup of chamomile tea had already gone completely cold. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still see the dark figure standing on the museum balcony, pointing two fingers at their own neck before disappearing into the shadows."You should really try to drink some of that tea, my dear," a soft, crackling voice said from across the quiet room.I opened my eyes and looked up.Grandmother Rose was sitting in her high-backed armchair near the marble fireplace. She was holding her silver-topped wooden walking cane in both hands, her pale, wrinkled face looking completely calm and gentle under the warm light of the chandelier. To anyone else in the world, she looked like a sweet, fragile

  • A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE    HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN

    LESLIE’S POV"Make sure the edge of the blue velvet display cushion is completely flat, Maya," I said, pointing gently to the corner of the polished glass case in front of me. "The museum director said this 18th-century miniature portrait is extremely fragile. We cannot risk the frame slipping when the bright lights turn on for the charity gala tonight.""Of course, Mrs. Sterling," Maya replied quickly, smoothing down the soft fabric with her gloved hands. "Everything is set up according to your instructions. You have done an amazing job coordinating this whole restoration exhibition."I gave her a warm smile, but deep down inside my chest, a sudden wave of cold discomfort began to stir.It was mid-afternoon inside the grand main hall of the Manhattan National Gallery. Sunlight was pouring through the high arched glass ceiling, illuminating rows of gold-framed oil paintings, marble statues, and rows of pristine display cases. Everything looked peaceful, elegant, and perfectly organize

  • A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE    HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN

    Genevieve’s POVI stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my private penthouse suite, staring down at the busy streets of New York City. The city lights flickered like tiny stars, but my mind was far away, burning with pure rage.I took a slow sip from my glass of red wine, but the rich taste did nothing to calm the fire in my chest."How could this happen, Mark?" I asked, my voice dangerously low as I turned around to face my personal assistant.Mark stood near the mahogany desk, holding his digital tablet with shaking hands. He pulled his thick glasses up his nose, looking at me with nervous eyes."Lady Genevieve," Mark stammered, stepping back slightly. "The legal team in London confirmed it. The 1952 revision signed by Arthur Senior is completely valid. As long as Leslie holds that brass vault key and wears the Sovereign Crown Diamonds, your fifty-one percent stock shares cannot vote Maximo out of the CEO chair.""Leslie," I hissed, repeating the name like a bad taste in my mouth.

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