THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY MAKER

The steady beeping of the hospital monitor was the only sound in the room, echoing in the quiet like a cruel reminder of how fragile life was. I sat on the uncomfortable chair beside my grandmother’s bed, holding her thin, wrinkled hand. Her skin felt cold, her grip weaker than I’d ever felt before.“Grandma…” I whispered, fighting back tears. Her face looked so pale, so tired. The woman who had raised me, who had always been strong for me, now looked so fragile that my heart felt like it was breaking into pieces.Earlier, the doctor had told me, She’s under too much stress. If this continues, her health will get worse. His words kept ringing in my ears, drilling fear into my chest.I wiped the tears forming in my eyes, forcing myself to stay strong. “I promise, I’ll fix this,” I murmured, my voice breaking. “I’ll make everything right.”Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she gave me a weak smile. “Luci…” she whispered, her voice hoarse.“Yes, Grandma. I’m here.” I squeezed her

[LORENZO’S POINT OF VIEW] The night had been long. Too long. Even in the quiet of my penthouse, the memory of Luciana beneath me refused to leave my mind. Her trembling body, her soft gasps, the tears she tried to hide as I claimed her. She was untouched, pure, yet she gave herself to me because of a contract. Because I demanded it. I leaned back in my leather chair, a slow, satisfied grin curling on my lips. Finally, the first move had been made. Everything was falling into place—just as I had planned. The thought of her, oblivious to the trap she was walking into, only fueled my satisfaction. Every step she took from now on was mine to control, and soon... she'd have nowhere to run. The sound of papers being stacked pulled me from my thoughts. Gino stood a few feet away, neat as always, but there was something in his eyes—a quiet hesitation he was trying to hide. "Prepare the first payment for Miss Bautista," I said finally, my tone flat. "Yes, sir." He adjusted his

The hospital lights were too bright, almost harsh, reflecting off the white walls and making the room feel colder than it already was. I sat on the edge of the examination bed, hands clasped tightly in my lap, my heart pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. I told myself to stay calm, but my body wouldn’t listen. My palms were sweaty, my chest tight, and the silence between each tick of the clock was unbearable. Across the room, Lorenzo stood near the tall window, hands tucked into his pockets, his sharp gaze fixed on the city outside. His posture was as straight and commanding as always, his presence filling every corner of the room even without a word. I wanted to look away, but my eyes kept drifting back to him, searching for some clue as to how he felt. Did he even care about the results we were waiting for? The door finally opened, and my stomach dropped. The nurse stepped inside, a small folder held carefully in her hands. Her expression was soft, almost g

[LUCIANA’ POINT OF VIEW]The mall was brighter than I remembered. The smell of perfume and freshly baked bread from the food court lingered in the air as families and couples strolled around us, laughing and chatting. I held the shopping bag Lorenzo insisted I carry only for the baby clothes we picked earlier, though he had Gino hauling the rest. I shouldn't have been smiling. I really shouldn't. But as I glanced at the small onesies in the bag, soft pastel colors with tiny embroidered animals, warmth spread through me. "You like those?" Lorenzo's deep voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up at him, caught off guard by the way he studied me. Not with the usual coldness, but with something gentler. "Y-yes. They're... cute," I admitted, my cheeks heating. Faint smirk touched his lips. "Then we'll get more." Before I could protest, Gino let out a chuckle behind us. "Careful, Miss Bautista. If you don't stop him, he'll buy out the whole store." I laughed softly, biting my

[LORENZO’ POINT OF VIEW] The house had settled into silence after dinner. Luciana was already asleep upstairs, curled in my bed like she belonged there. I lingered longer than I should have at the doorway, watching her chest rise and fall, her face softened in rest. She carried today's lie with a strength that almost made me believe it myself. I left her there, closing the door gently, and made my way down to the living room. Mommy sat waiting, her posture straight, her gaze sharp even in the glow of the lamp. "Lorenzo," she said softly, patting the space beside her. I did as she said, keeping my guard up.. "Yes, mom?" She studied me in silence for a moment before speaking. "What exactly are your plans?" The words hit harder than I expected. My brow furrowed, though I tried to keep my voice calm. "Plans? For what?" Her expression was serious, but her eyes were anything but casual. "Don't pretend with me. You bring a girl home, announce she's carrying your child, and ex