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Knocked Up By The Billionaire; Now My Ex Is Just A Guest CHAPTER TWELVE
Asher's pov The week drifted by like a breeze. Since the kiss, something inside Asher had shifted—something he couldn't understand. He felt it in the way his steps no longer echoed with the same hollow rhythm through the marble floors of the house. He felt it in the way his chest didn’t feel so heavy in the mornings, in how the sound of Audrey’s soft laughter seemed to linger longer in his mind than it should.In the office, the boardroom buzzed with cautious energy. Normally, when Asher strode in, silence would fall—everyone waiting for the sharp tone that bellowed out immediate and harsh critiques. But today was different. He sat at the head of the table, with fingers interlinked and soft eyes.He actually listened with rapt attention to the proposal presentation.He even said a short but kind “Good work,” at the end of the proposal, catching his team off guard. Asher didn’t notice their shock. His mind was elsewhere—caught somewhere between the quiet electricity of the kiss of
Knocked Up By The Billionaire; Now My Ex Is Just A Guest CHAPTER ELEVEN
Third person POV.A week passed, and in that week silence became a third inhabitant of the mansion.The house—so large, so elegantly decorated, so full of staff—felt like an empty cathedral where sound dared not echo. The clink of dishes at mealtimes, the muffled footsteps of housekeepers, the occasional closing of a door: those were the only reminders that life still pulsed within its walls. But between Asher and Audrey, there was nothing. Not a word. Not a glance. Not even the accidental brush of fingertips when they crossed paths.Audrey felt herself fraying at the edges. Her sleep was thin, fragile, torn apart by jolts of panic. Every time she closed her eyes, the dream returned: the faceless woman chasing her, knife glinting, shadows stretching longer than her breath. Even awake, she felt watched. The text still sat in the crevices of her mind, a haunting reminder—I warned him. She had let it replay over again in her mind but she hadn’t told Asher, or anyone. Some nights she w
Knocked Up By The Billionaire; Now My Ex Is Just A Guest CHAPTER TEN.
Third person POV.The morning after Audrey's nightmare was oddly quiet. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, but it felt colder than usual. Audrey stared at the text on her phone over and over again: “I warned him.” She wondered in gut-wrenching fear who exactly had sent her the message, and who was the “he” the message talked about. Did this have to do with her father? Has one of his shady business partners come hunting her down? She stared at the message until her vision blurred, trying to convince herself it was a mistake, a coincidence, heck–even a prank. But the trembling in her fingers and the invisible weight in her chest told her it wasn’t. Someone was watching. And maybe that someone knew. Knew everything about her, maybe even about the baby. Maybe the contract. Maybe everything.She deleted the message quickly, shoved the phone under her pillow, and curled up again, arms wrapped around herself as if they could keep her safe. Her heart pounded for hours until she h
Knocked Up By The Billionaire; Now My Ex Is Just A Guest CHAPTER NINE
Third person POV.Asher stirred from sleep earlier than usual. The dawn light hadn’t yet broken through the thick curtains of his bedroom, but he was already sitting upright, his mind curiously at ease for once. Last night’s dream was one he wished he wouldn't wake up from, it lingered in his memory and he didn't want it to leave. Audrey in his arms, the softness of her breath against his shirt, the taste of her lips. The ache in his chest had shifted into something warm, dangerous, and real, and he was willing to explore it. He pulled on a grey cashmere sweater and a pair of black slacks, his movements unusually light for a man who carried the weight of an empire on his shoulders.Downstairs, he found Audrey sipping a glass of orange juice, her oversized sweater barely managing to hide the curve of her growing belly. She looked up, surprised to see him so early.“Morning,” he said, voice lower than usual. He let his eyes sweep over her subtly as he walked into the open-plan kitche
Knocked Up By The Billionaire; Now My Ex Is Just A Guest Chapter Eight.
Asher's POV. The city lights flickered beneath his bedroom windows as Asher stood still, his jaw locked and shoulders rigid. The text on his phone glowed ominously in the dim room. Madeline: We need to talk. You owe me that much. He didn't owe her anything. But the ghost of the past often knows where the cracks in the armor lie, and Madeline knew just where to press. She always had. Stunning, venomous, and dangerously persuasive—Madeline had been a drug he could never fully quit. Until Audrey. They came back from the birthday dinner and she softly excused herself, and left him alone in the living room. He has been quiet and lost in his thoughts on the drive back home. He knew she planned to slowly waltz into his life again, and he didn't understand why. Madeline made it quite clear the last time that she didn't want to deal with him any longer, so what changed? The sound of Audrey's soft footsteps padding down the hall brought him back to reality. Audrey. And while
Knocked Up By The Billionaire; Now My Ex Is Just A Guest CHAPTER SEVEN
Asher’s pov My ex and first love was back in town. I first met Madeline in the first formal event I ever attended. She was the first gorgeous woman I ever paid any attention to. It was also on that crisp evening that I bagged my first private jet sales. She was a supermodel, evident in her 6’3” height and a jawline that could cut diamonds. She was the typical mean girl, with cash to throw around and an attitude that was rotten. I didn't know what exactly drew me to her, but I needed the distraction. Plus, she was easy on the eyes. We hit it off immediately and started some type of ‘on and off’ relationship. Meaning, whenever she was in town, we would meet up and do all sort of things people in real relationships did. And then she would get a modelling gig and disappear for months after. It worked for me, I wasn't too keen on being committed to a woman and I wasn't ready to. I didn't ever let us be seen in public together–she always had paparazzi following her around–so we a
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