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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Author: Starry stars
last update publish date: 2026-05-22 03:47:27

The clink of silverware echoed gently through the grand dining room, accompanied by soft coos from Luna in her high chair and Zane's enthusiastic babbles that only made Talia smile through bites of roasted salmon.

Ethan, seated across from her, wore a crisp white button-down, sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing slightly as he helped Zane grip his baby spoon. It was strangely domestic. Almost too perfect. And it made Talia suspicious.

"I can't believe he's feeding them gourmet mashed carrots," M
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    The day had started soft.Zane was busy dragging one of Ethan's leather loafers across the living room while Luna sat in Talia's lap, chewing happily on the corner of a plush giraffe. The sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Ethan's penthouse, turning the whole place gold.Talia, in a loose cotton tee and messy bun, sipped her tea while sketching quietly beside the twins' play area.Ethan watched from the hallway, his heart quietly full.The peace didn't last.There was a sharp knock at the door, aggressive, impatient.Ethan's eyes narrowed. He didn't need a crystal ball to know who it was.Talia looked up. "You expecting someone?""No," he said, already heading toward the door with a tense jaw.When he opened it, Vanessa stood on the threshold like a headline waiting to happen. Red lips. Hair curled to perfection. Anger and elegance in equal measure."You really think hiding behind nanny gates and fairytales will keep me quiet?" she asked, voice low, dangerous."Vanes

  • Sleepless In His Bed, Pregnant By His Name    CHAPTER FORTY THREE

    Talia hadn't expected her comeback to spark a firestorm, but she wasn't exactly surprised either.By the next morning, social media had gone into a frenzy.#WolfeWoman#RevengeRunway#VanessaWhoThe clip of her televised interview, where she confidently spoke about motherhood, resilience, and carving her own lane, was going viral. Not just fashion blogs, but lifestyle channels, parenting platforms, and even business outlets were reposting her words with fiery headlines.She hadn't said Vanessa's name once.And yet, everyone knew who the dagger-laced designs were meant for.Ethan stood by the windows of his home office, sipping coffee, the twins giggling in the background as Mia fed them banana slices. His phone kept buzzing, messages from board members, designers, media reps.But he ignored most of them.Instead, his eyes were locked on a photo someone had just sent him: Talia, standing before one of her mannequins, head tilted, eyes gleaming. She wore one of her newest creations, str

  • Sleepless In His Bed, Pregnant By His Name    CHAPTER FORTY TWO

    The calm after the storm was short-lived.By the next morning, the house had shifted into war-prep mode. Not literal war, but Talia had that fire in her eyes again. The one Ethan had seen on the day she gave birth, on the day she told him she wasn't his possession, and on the day she wore her first self-designed dress to the gala and stole every headline.She was storming her own way through the world.And this time, Vanessa had stepped on the wrong runway.***Talia paced the studio Ethan had helped her build in his home, bolts of fabric spread across the long table, her sketchbook open to new, sharp lines and bold silhouettes. Designs had turned fierce, with jagged edges and unapologetic cuts. Her frustration had woven itself into her art."You're going dark and powerful," Mia commented, nibbling a croissant from the couch. "I like it. Gives 'I may smile, but I'll step on you' energy.""Good," Talia muttered, pinning a pattern to the mannequin. "It's called the *Revenge* collection.

  • Sleepless In His Bed, Pregnant By His Name    CHAPTER FORTY ONE

    The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the Wolfe mansion, painting golden light over the kitchen as Talia padded in barefoot, wearing one of Ethan's oversized shirts and her curls still wild from sleep.She yawned, rubbing her eyes and heading straight for the coffee machine, only to find Ethan already standing there, shirtless, smug, and holding out a steaming mug toward her."Good morning, sunshine," he said, his voice still deliciously raspy.Talia narrowed her eyes. "You made it just how I like it, didn't you?""Three sugars, dash of cream, mild roast. I'm not completely useless."She snatched the cup from him. "Fine. You're... seventy percent useful."Ethan grinned and stepped closer, resting one hand on the counter beside her. "What about now?"Talia raised a brow. "Sixty-eight. You smirk too much."Before he could counter, Luna came toddling in, clutching her favorite stuffed bear, her curls bouncing and her tiny lips already forming the word she said every five m

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    The following morning in the Wolfe mansion came with a soft glow pouring through cream-colored curtains, birds chirping somewhere outside, and the delicious scent of French toast wafting through the air.Talia padded out of the bedroom barefoot, Zane in one arm, Luna still asleep in her crib. Her curls were pulled into a messy bun, oversized T-shirt hanging off one shoulder, and no makeup, just the pure glow of a mom on a mission for coffee.Ethan was already in the kitchen.Shirtless.Cooking.Talia.exe has stopped working.His back flexed as he flipped toast on the stove, muscles rippling beneath his tattoos, a towel slung over one shoulder, and an espresso cup in his hand like a walking contradiction between domesticity and sin.He glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. "Good morning, sunshine."Zane squealed in response, flailing his tiny fists."Your son approves of the view," Talia said, blinking like she wasn't having a full internal breakdown.Ethan turned, eyeing her lazily.

  • Sleepless In His Bed, Pregnant By His Name    CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

    The late afternoon sun spilled through the massive glass windows of the Wolfe estate, casting long golden streaks across the living room floor. Toys were scattered around, a stuffed panda here, a pacifier under the couch, one of Luna's tiny pink socks dangling from the chandelier thanks to Zane's curious grip and strong baby arms.Talia stood in the middle of it all, one hand on her hip, her sketchpad clutched in the other. She looked radiant, even in her oversized hoodie and leggings, her hair tied up in a messy bun that still somehow looked runway-worthy.Ethan leaned casually against the doorframe, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the top buttons of his shirt undone, watching her with quiet amusement."Let me guess," Talia said, not looking up. "You're watching me because you're mesmerized by my sheer brilliance as a designer?"Ethan smirked. "That, and you've got baby food on your forehead."Talia blinked. "What?"He walked over and, with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what

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    Talia was having one of her best mornings in weeks.The twins were finally syncing their naps (miracle), Mia had returned with her loud commentary and even louder coffee (blessing), and her latest sketch collection was being prepped for shipment to an exclusive showroom in New York, career goal unl

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  • Sleepless In His Bed, Pregnant By His Name    CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

    The morning air at the Wolfe residence buzzed with quiet energy. Talia, dressed in a sleek black loungewear set, was hunched over her sketchpad at the dining table while Luna clutched her leg, babbling nonsense, and Zane snored softly in his bassinet nearby.It was the first peaceful moment in thre

  • Sleepless In His Bed, Pregnant By His Name    CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

    Vanessa Hart didn't believe in patience. She believed in results.And results, so far, had evaded her.She stood in the mirror of her luxury suite, adjusting the diamond studs in her ears as her assistant rattled off Ethan's updated schedule from across the room."He's attending the Crossline Found

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