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作者: Mmeso. L
last update 公開日: 2026-03-02 16:58:54

IRENE

I stood there, my hands trembling at my sides. I tried to process how all this happened within an hour.

Conrad moved a step away from me, his face still laced with pure rage. He then tucked his hands loosely in his pockets.

“The cops are on their way here, so I suggest you start thinking of what to say to them to vindicate yourself. But of course, there's nothing to say to vindicate yourself.” His tone was plain, devoid of any pity. “And even if you try to run, I'll find you anywhere you
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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

  • 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

  • Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire    BLOOD TRANSFUSION

    CONRAD I sat at my desk, going through confidential documents of the company, the cool breeze from the open windows filling the office. A soft knock sounded on my door immediately. I looked up at the door, closing the document. “Come in," I said. The door opened, and Harry, my personal assistan

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-25

  • Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire    IRENE'S THREATS

    AMELIA Irene stood, walking towards me, then settled on the other side of the bed across from the window, facing me. “Amelia, I've been waiting," she said, still smiling. I fixed my gaze on her, silent for a moment, then inhaled and walked closer to her. As much as I didn't want to see her or

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-25

  • Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire    COLTON'S BLOOD TYPE

    CONRAD I entered the private room, closing the door gently behind me. The doctor had left me to be alone with the child. As I strolled closer to the child, gazing down at his small, fragile body. For the first time, I was really seeing him well. There were mild scratches and bruises on Noah's

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-25

  • Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire    MR PIERRE'S BURIAL

    CONRAD {TWO WEEKS LATER} I walked away from the crowd of mourners, families and friends. The somber atmosphere of the burial site weighed heavily on me. I didn't want to be part of it again. I had played my part as his son, when he was being buried. Now, it was time to receive condolences, and

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-24
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