Embraced By The Billionaire

“I’m giving you two options, Avery. Either send that baby to an orphanage… or we get a divorce!”Oliver’s voice thundered through the room as he stood in front of his wife, who was clutching their one-month-old baby tightly in her arms. Avery’s eyes widened in disbelief, her mind refusing to accept what she had just heard.“W-what are you saying, Oliver? Why should I send our baby to an orphanage when she has both her parents? You’re her father, and I’m her mother!”Oliver’s eyes narrowed, a mocking smile spreading across his bearded, handsome face—the same face that many women dreamed of, including Avery herself.“You still don’t get it, do you, Avery? I’ve told you a thousand times, the Reed family only accepts sons. But you… you gave birth to that weak little girl. And look at her! Her face, her skin, none of it even slightly resembles my family’s bloodline.”Avery’s lips trembled. She was at a complete loss for words. In fact, Adelia was nothing but a copy-paste of her father, Oli

"For God's sake, Avery. I've told you before and I'll say it again, The Reeds are crazy! How cruel of them to let you leave that house in a storm like this. Especially when you're with Baby Adelia!" scolded Sarah, Avery's close friend since their college years.They were now at the Kingston residence, a home belonging to Sarah's parents that had since been passed down to her. Earlier, Sarah had arrived with her driver to pick up Avery dan Adelia.Avery just gave a small smile, letting out a sigh of relief as she gazed at Adelia's face. The baby was now swaddled, lying on a soft, warm bed. Meanwhile, Sarah still couldn't stop her rant."Aren't they just the strangest people? How could they reject the presence of a daughter in the Reed family? Do they think a fetus can choose its own gender? Ugh, they’re so stupid!" Sarah's voice snapped Avery out of her slight daze."I, I don't know, Sarah. I initially thought Oliver was different. I thought he would soften over time and come to accept

The world outside the dining room had dissolved into a meaningless blur for Avery. She was vaguely aware of Sarah’s arm wrapped securely around her shoulders, guiding her through the long, silent corridors of the Knight residence.Every word from that venomous article echoed in her mind: psychological distress, abandoned her home, unfit. Oliver wasn't just divorcing her. He was methodically erasing her, painting her as a monster to a world that was all too ready to believe it.“This way, Ave,” Sarah’s voice cut through the fog, gentle but firm. “This is the master guest suite. No one will bother you here. It’s the most secure room in the house.”The room was less of a room and more of a private apartment. It was decorated in soft shades of cream and silver, with a large four-poster bed, a sitting area with a fireplace, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a manicured private garden.In the corner, one of the maids was already setting up a beautiful wooden crib for Adelia, who

The heavy doors of the drawing room closed behind them, shutting out the storm of shouting reporters. The sudden silence was deafening. Avery’s legs felt like jelly, the adrenaline that had fueled her speech draining away, leaving her hollow and trembling.“You did it, Avery,” Ashton’s voice was a low, steady anchor in the disorienting quiet. “You were incredible.”“I think I’m going to be sick,” she confessed, her voice a weak whisper. She swayed slightly, reaching out a hand to brace herself against a nearby console table. Her fingers fumbled, knocking over a small, silver picture frame.“Whoa, easy there.” Ashton moved in a blur, his reflexes sharp. He caught the frame with one hand while his other shot out to steady her, his fingers wrapping firmly around her upper arm.The contact was electric. A jolt of warmth shot through the fabric of her dress, spreading through her entire body. It was a simple, protective gesture, but after months of being emotionally neglected, it felt so i

The name ‘Clara’ and her terrifying words echoed in the sudden, tomb-like silence of the room. Avery’s phone was still pressed to her ear, but the line had gone dead. The mysterious caller had hung up as abruptly as she had called.“Avery? What is it? Who was that?” Ashton was at her side in an instant, his voice sharp with concern. Sarah was right behind him, her expression a mirror of his own.Avery lowered the phone, her hand trembling. “She said her name was Clara. She used to be a maid for the Reeds.” She looked up at Ashton, her eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and dawning horror. “She said Oliver had an older brother. A firstborn son. She said he didn’t die in an accident.”Ashton and Sarah exchanged a stunned look. “That’s impossible,” Sarah said, shaking her head. “I’ve known the Reeds through social circles my whole life. There’s never been any mention of another son. It’s always just been Oliver.”“A lie this big… a secret this dark… people don’t keep things like that