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Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire EPILOGUE {THE END}
{Eight Years Later} The house that once echoed with the soft rustle of newborn cries now vibrated with laughter and screams of the children. Dylan and Daisy darted between the sofa cushions in the living room, their laughter echoing off the walls of the house as Conrad tried to grasp them. They had just turned eight years old yesterday. Eight years. It was like time was running faster than it should without pausing for once. It was somehow scary. They celebrated Christmas yesterday with family and friends. And today, it was their alone time. Amelia glanced at Noah who was sitting by the fireplace, reading a book. He was now thirteen years old, but acting like sixteen or seventeen. He wasn't running around alongside his siblings, or playing much with his grandpa like he used to. He had grown overnight into a quiet, smart boy. Amelia had watched him yesterday, during the Christmas celebration. He had taken only two pieces of chocolate truffle from the dining table, though he lo
Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire TWINS
AMELIA {Six Months Later} When the day of the wedding finally came, Greece gave us clear skies. The church stood quietly near the Eurotas, dressed in Ivory flowers, lilies and bright roses. Conrad had suggested that I choose another country to have our wedding, but I didn't want to choose. I was alright doing it anywhere as long as Conrad and my loved ones were by my side. But he still wanted it to be unforgettable. He said I should think of it as a family vacation too. He had brought out a map and told Noah to choose any country, and Noah had chosen Greece as a choice. Now, here we were. In Sparta, Greece two weeks before the wedding. We had time to explore different scenery as a family before the wedding. I had stood in front of the large mirror in the bedroom earlier. I had caught sight of my gown hugging the soft curve of my belly,lace sleeves glimmering faintly under the lights. My belly wasn't being hidden anymore. Nine months in, and I couldn't wait any longer for the
Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire TAKE HER
CONRAD Gavin's smirk widened. “You're still the same,” he said, voice low. “Nonchalant and proud.” I stared at him, not uttering a word. A thousand memories—since our childhood until now, surged through my mind. We were almost inseparable. Now, we were speaking to each other like we were strangers who had lost our memories of our friendship. “How have you been doing?” I asked, the question desperate to tumble out of my mouth. My voice sounded smaller than I intended. He shrugged, then sighed softly. “I'm leaving for Australia tomorrow. I'll be living there permanently. My business has also been moved there. So, I'm glad I won't be seeing much of you anymore.” He said it with the same casual tone he used when we first got into trouble and he said he wouldn't save me from my father's shouts. But he later did. I smiled, my mouth a thin line. I knew that Gavin was bluffing about being glad to not see me anymore. But I wasn't happy that my only best friend was moving far away. Wi
Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire GAVIN HERE
AMELIA Two years. It had been exactly two years since my father and mother had left the country. The day before they had left, my father had spoken to me on the phone, telling me that he needed to take my mother away for a while so that she wouldn't dwell on the past and her terrible mistakes.He hadn't said if they would return or not. I couldn't reach him through calls most of the time. Now they were back, without informing me. I stared at the surprise etched on my face.My father's hair had silvered at the temples, his smile still pure. “Dad,” I breathed, the words tumbling out quickly. “You're here.” I embraced him fully.He patted my back gently muttering, “It's great to see you again, my dear.”I pulled away, scanning his features. He had aged, happiness flickering across his lined face before softening into that familiar crinkling grin. He placed a hand on my cheek, his warm hand smoothening it.“We wanted to give you a surprise dear,” he said, his voice low enough that only
Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire ANNOUNCEMENT
CONRAD The Mercedes purred to a stop in front of the grand marble facade of the banquet hall. Conrad got down from the car, stretching his hand forward towards me. I smiled, placing my hand on his, while he gently helped me down from the car.He wore a sleek, tailored grey suit, with grey tie, matching with my long grey dress, having a slit at the side. Even now, he looked the same as he always did. And it was better than him ever looking different. I wouldn't ever want anything about him to change.The moment we got down, a flood of light slammed into us. Cameras clicked like hyperactive fireflies, their lenses catching every sparkle on us and around us.Conrad held Noah's hand by his side as we walked inside the hall. From the glittering chandeliers that dangled like constellations above the entrance, to the huge picture frame of Conrad and I that hung on the entrance wall, everything was amazing.“Wow,” I breathed, the word low. I felt a flutter in my chest, not for the beauty o
Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire FINALLY SAFE
CONRAD I sat in my study, setting up my laptop for a video conference meeting with my recent investors in a few minutes.My phone rang out on my desk, and I glanced at the caller Id. It was Ronald Dew.He was the police investigator I had hired to find Irene wherever she was. A week after she was gone, I had texted Tristan to ask if she had arrived in Norway. But she hadn't boarded any plane or reached there.It meant that she was still in the city, and possibly around us. I couldn't risk anything.I quickly answered the call, bringing the phone up to my ear. I have been awaiting an update from him since I assigned the task to him, but so far, they haven't been able to see her. Six weeks of searching for her was in vain. I hoped that he was at least calling for a piece of valuable information this time.“Ronald, any update?” I asked, my tone firm.He stuttered, then cleared his throat. “Good day, Mr Pierre,” he greeted with professionalism. “There's a significant update compared to
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