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A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE FIFTY FOUR
The golden morning sun streamed brightly through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of our penthouse suite, casting warm light across the silk sheets scattered over the bed. Outside, the skyline of the city looked peaceful, but inside my chest, my heart was racing like a wild drum. After the intense confrontation at the gala last night, my mind was spinning with unanswered questions. I shifted under the heavy duvet, feeling the gentle stir of my baby bump. Our unborn child gave a light, comforting kick, making me smile softly despite the heavy tension hanging in the air.Before I could sit up, a pair of strong, muscle-bound arms pulled me gently back against a broad, warm chest. Max buried his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply with a low, sleepy groan. His dark hair was deliciously messy, falling over his forehead in lazy curls, and the stubble on his sharp jaw scraped against my shoulder in the most intoxicating way possible. Even with a small bandage resting on his col
A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE FIFTY THREE
I sat frozen in the dim red light of the safe room, my hands shaking uncontrollably as heavy footsteps stopped right outside the vault door. My heart was beating so hard against my ribs that I felt lightheaded. I pressed my back against the cold steel wall, wrapping both arms around my bump to shield my baby.A deep, mechanical voice boomed through the vault's outer speaker system. 'Mrs. Vance. We know you are inside. The heavy door will not stop us. We have thermite charges attached to the locking mechanism. You have thirty seconds to open the door, or we blow the hinges.'It wasn't Arthur's voice. It was one of his head mercenaries. I squeezed the tiny microchip tightly in my palm, the sharp edges digging into my skin. 'Think, Leslie, think!' I told myself silently. If I opened the door, they would take me and the chip. If I let them blow the door, the explosion might hurt my unborn child.I looked around the small vault. On the side table lay an emergency medical bag and a flare gu
A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE FIFTY TWO
The floor beneath our feet shook violently as another explosion echoed from the front lawn. Dust rained down from the high ceiling of our master suite. I grabbed Max's belt with both hands, my pregnancy bump pressing against his back as I tried to stay on my feet.'Leslie, get into the hidden vault behind the closet,' Max ordered, his voice cold and commanding. He pulled open the back wall of the walk-in closet, revealing a reinforced steel door that led into our private safe room.'No!' I cried out, holding onto him tight. 'Max, I am not leaving you! Arthur wants the chip, and he wants me! If you go out there alone, he will kill you!' The rest of whatever I would have said caught in my throat as I swallowed. Max turned around and gripped my face in his hands. His eyes were blazing with fierce passion and protection. 'He won't kill me, Leslie. But I cannot fight with full force if I am worrying about a bullet hitting you. Get inside the safe room. Lock the door from the inside. Take
A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE FIFTY ONE
Logan clicked his mouse, and a large video player appeared on the wall screen in Max's study. The image was grainy, recorded on an old camera over ten years ago. The room in the video was dark, lit only by a single desk lamp. Sitting in an old leather chair was my father. He looked sick, thin, and hollowed out by age, but his eyes were bright with an unnatural intensity.He leaned toward the camera, his voice dry and raspy as he began to speak. 'If you are watching this video, Leslie, it means I am dead, and Arthur has likely come to collect what belongs to him. I am leaving this recording because I know you will eventually seek the truth. You always were a curious child, just like your mother.'Hearing his voice after so many years sent a cold shiver down my spine. I gripped Max's hand tighter, leaning against his shoulder as we watched the screen together.'I know what you must think of me,' my father continued, showing no emotion or remorse in his cold expression. 'You think I was
A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE FIFTY
The drive back to the estate was completely silent. The heavy rain had returned, beating hard against the black windows of the SUV. Max kept one arm firmly around my shoulders, his thumb softly stroking my arm to calm my shaking nervous system. In my lap, I held the old leather notebook we had found inside the box. I was afraid to open it, yet I knew I couldn't run from what was written inside.When we finally arrived back home, the estate was on maximum security alert. Bright floodlights washed over the gates, and armed guards stood every ten meters along the perimeter walls. Inside, the grand house felt quiet and solemn. Rochelle brought Daisy down to see us as soon as we stepped through the front doors. When I saw my sweet baby girl's bright face, tears filled my eyes again. I reached out and pulled Daisy into my arms, holding her close against my bump.'Is everything alright, ma'am?' Rochelle asked gently, seeing the pale color of my skin.'We found what we were looking for,' I sa
A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE FOURTY NINE
The rain had stopped by the time Max and I reached the hospital where I was born, but the dark night sky remained heavy with grey clouds. Cold wind blew through the quiet parking lot as Max helped me get out of the black SUV. My bump felt heavy, and every small movement reminded me of the child growing inside me. Max held my hand tightly, his fingers warm against my cold skin. Logan and four armed guards walked around us in a tight circle, keeping their eyes on every corner of the street. Everything felt tense. Every sound, from the rustling of wet tree leaves to a car engine in the distance, made my heart beat faster.We walked into the back doors of St. Jude Memorial Hospital. The basement level was dim, smelling strongly of old bleach, damp concrete, and rusted iron pipes. This part of the hospital had been locked away for over fifteen years. Dust hung thick in the air, dancing in the yellow beams of our flashlights. My shoes made soft tapping noises on the worn floor tiles as we f
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