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Auteur: Faith Odulesi
last update Date de publication: 2025-10-10 20:07:20

Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, watching Isabel sleep. Her breathing was soft, even, her lashes resting gently against her cheeks.

One of her hands was curled loosely beneath her face, the other resting near her stomach. The blanket had slipped a little, revealing the delicate slope of her shoulder. He reached out and gently pulled it back over her, fingers brushing her skin for a second too long.

She shifted slightly in her sleep, a small sigh escaping her lips.

His chest tightened.

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  • A baby for the billionaire   154

    Isabel walked quietly down the hallway toward Isaac’s office. She wanted to ask if he had heard anything new about the case with Daniel. As she got closer she heard low groans coming from inside the room. She froze.She took one more step and accidentally bumped her hip into a small side table. A glass vase wobbled and crashed loudly onto the floor.The groaning stopped instantly.The door flew open. Isaac stood there breathing hard, eyes wide. His hair was messy and his face was flushed. He was wearing only gray shorts that did nothing to hide the huge bulge of his still-hard cock pressing straight out.Isabel’s eyes went wide. She could not speak.Isaac ran a hand through his hair and acted like nothing had happened. His eyebrows stayed furrowed. “What are you doing here?”Isabel swallowed hard. She forced her eyes up to his face. “I came to ask if you have heard anything back about the case. Any updates?”Isaac cleared his throat. “I’m still waiting for the expert. They are looking

  • A baby for the billionaire   153

    Isabel’s eyes widened the second their lips met. She froze, completely thrown off, but Isaac did not pull away. Instead, he leaned in harder and kissed her deeper, his hand lifting to cup the side of her face. His thumb brushed her cheek, warm and steady, and for one second her body betrayed her. She leaned into it before her mind caught up. “Ooh!” Mia squealed. Both of them pulled apart at once. Isabel jerked her head away so fast a strand of hair fell across her face. Isaac leaned back too, breathing a little heavier, his hand dropping from her cheek. Zack and Mia started clapping right away. “Yay! Mommy and Daddy kissed again!” Zack shouted, bouncing on the mattress. “Again! Again!” Mia chanted, giggling so hard she nearly fell over. Isabel dragged in a breath and forced a smile onto her face for the twins. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and pointed toward the door. “Okay, that’s enough. Go get ready for your baths. I’ll clean up in here.” The twi

  • A baby for the billionaire   152

    Isabel stood still inside the office. Isaac still had a firm grip on her good arm. She looked up at him, her brows pulled tight. He looked tense, almost wild, like he had been expecting the worst. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice sharp. “Why are you acting like this?” Isaac’s face stayed hard. He leaned closer, his voice low and filled with worry. “What’s wrong with you? Are you okay? Did something happen?” She pulled her arm out of his grip at once and took a step back, rubbing the spot where his fingers had been. “Nothing happened. The kids want to have breakfast with you. They kept asking for Daddy, so I came to get you.” Some of the tension left his face. His shoulders dropped a little, and he dragged a hand through his hair. Isabel frowned at him, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I hate you. I really do. But they deserve a father. So I’m telling you they want you there.” Isaac looked at her for a second, then nodded slowly. “I’ll do whatever you want legally

  • A baby for the billionaire   151

    Isabel stood there for a moment, breathing harder than she should have been. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the counter. She pressed her lips together, forced herself to pick the whisk back up, and went back to the eggs like nothing had happened, even though her face still felt warm and her heart was still beating too fast. By the time breakfast was ready, the counter was covered in pancakes, scrambled eggs, sliced fruit, and two little cups of juice. Isabel balanced everything carefully onto a tray, adjusted it against her hip, and carried it up the stairs one slow step at a time. At the bedroom door, she pushed it open with her hip and smiled the second she saw the twins sitting up in bed, their hair messy, their little faces still puffy with sleep. "Breakfast time," she said brightly. Zack and Mia lit up at once. They clapped their little hands against the blanket. "Yay! Mommy made food!" Mia squealed, bouncing on her knees. Isabel laughed under her breath and

  • A baby for the billionaire   150

    Isabel stood in the kitchen early the next morning, leaning her hip against the counter while pale sunlight spilled through the windows and stretched across the marble floor. The twins were still asleep upstairs, the house quiet in that soft, fragile way that never lasted long once they woke up. She cracked eggs into a bowl one by one, her fingers moving carefully, then whisked them fast with her good hand until the yolks blurred into yellow foam. Her injured arm stayed tucked in the sling against her body, stiff and useless, and every now and then she sucked in a breath through her nose when the movement pulled at her shoulder. She reached for the salt, nudged the bowl closer with her wrist, then kept going like she had something to prove. Isaac walked in from the gym a minute later, pushing a hand through his damp hair as he crossed the kitchen. His shirt was off and tucked into the waistband of his shorts. Sweat glistened over his chest, his abs, the hard lines of his arms, a

  • A baby for the billionaire   149

    Isabel stared down at Isaac on his knees. Her hands were shaking at her sides.Isaac looked up at her, his voice low and rough. “I’m not asking you to forgive me or anything. I’m just apologizing and I don’t expect you to. But it’s safer if you stay in the protection of the house with the kids. Nothing can get in at least until we find out why or how this has happened.”Isabel shook her head fast. “I don’t want to move in with you. I just want to see my kids. And as much as I hate to admit it, they are safer with you. Just take me to them now.”She turned around without waiting for him to answer and walked back toward Kian’s front door. Her steps were quick and angry. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.Kian was standing in the living room, looking worried. “Everything okay? I heard raised voices.”Isabel wiped her face with her good hand. “I’m going with Isaac for a bit. I just need to see the kids. I’ll be back, I promise.”Kian’s eyebrows pulled together. “Are you sure? Do

  • A baby for the billionaire   120

    Isabel stared at the message, her jaw tightening. "Send your account details for the deposit." She blinked, like she was seeing it wrong. Her fingers curled around the phone, grip tightening. She sat down on the edge of the couch, phone still in her hand. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she m

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-04-03

  • A baby for the billionaire   121

    She opened her browser and typed in his name. Isaac Dun. She hadn’t searched him in years and the first thing that came up was a recent photo of him stepping out of a sleek black car. She scrolled down and it was his company with the location and building address in this city. She stared at

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-04-03

  • A baby for the billionaire   116

    “You’re still not saying stop,” Isaac muttered against her mouth. Isabel gripped his shirt tighter, breath hot against his. “Don’t act like you don’t want this.” He kissed her again, harder this time, both hands sliding under her shirt, palms moving up her back. Her bra unclasped without warn

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-04-03

  • A baby for the billionaire   118

    Isabel gasped when he rolled them over, her back hitting the mattress again, still wrapped around him. “Isaac,” she breathed, her hands flying to his chest, her legs twitching from the overstimulation. He didn’t pull out. His eyes stayed on hers, dark and half-lidded, his breathing shallow.

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-04-03
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