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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX: MISSION ] SURVIVE THE CLASS

Penulis: Eimi Doli
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-23 23:52:46
[LUCIANA’ POINT OF VIEW]

I couldn't help but smile as I sat there, thinking about what he said.

'To be the kind of father my child can depend on.'

The way Lorenzo said it—steady, sure, almost protective—made something inside me soften.

For a second, I let myself imagine it was real.

That we were like the other couples in this room. That he truly meant every word.

But the warmth didn't last.

The smile faded from my lips as reality sank in, heavy and cold in my chest.

None of this was real.

Everything he said—every single word—was for show.

Just another part of the act we had to keep up so no one would suspect the truth.

I dropped my gaze to my hands, my fingers twisting together in my lap.

The instructor's eyes lingered on us longer than on anyone else, and I knew why.

Because we were not just another couple in the room—we were the ones she had been told to watch.

The ones she would report about later.

The fact that we were the main focus here, that made it even harder t
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  • THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY MAKER    FOURTY THREE

    Luciana’s Point of View]The city lights stretched endlessly outside the window, flickering like distant stars.I sat on the couch, still wearing the same clothes from earlier, the faint scent of milk tea and embarrassment clinging to me like a shadow I couldn’t wash off.The penthouse was quiet—too quiet.The kind of quiet that made every thought louder, every memory sharper.My eyes landed on the lunch box sitting beside me—the one I was supposed to give to him.It was still there, untouched. Gino didn’t let me take it back; he said he’d eat it, smiling like nothing was wrong. But I knew he was just trying to make me feel better.I traced the edge of the box with my fingers and whispered under my breath,“Why did I even go there?”The scene replayed in my mind again—Sophia’s sharp voice, her words slicing through me.Stupid. Clumsy. Blind.And Lorenzo… the way he looked at me.The way he said he didn’t know me.A small, bitter laugh escaped me. “Maybe he really doesn’t,” I murmured.

  • THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY MAKER    RE

    "Hey... hey, can you hear me?" I whispered, crouching beside him, my hands hovering uncertainly over his body. "It's okay, you're safe... I'll help you."He tried to speak, lips moving, but all that came out were strained, broken sounds—more like small moans than words. I tilted my head, confused, but forced myself to stay calm."It's alright. You don't have to say anything," I soothed, gently brushing the blood from his forehead. "Just breathe... you're going to be okay. I've got you."He shifted slightly, eyes fluttering open for a split second before sliding closed again. I gripped his hand, as lightly as I could, letting him know he wasn't alone."You're stronger than you think," I whispered, trying to infuse my voice with confidence I didn't entirely feel. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I promise."His chest rose and fell again, uneven but alive, and a small spark of relief flickered in me. I knew I had to move him somewhere safe—somewhere I could tend to his woun

  • THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY MAKER    43-

    The moment the door clicked shut behind Sophia, silence swallowed my office whole.I stood. My steps carried me in slow circles around the room, each stride heavy with the storm in my chest.I should be furious.I should hate her.After all these years, after the way she left—without a word, without looking back—I should want nothing to do with her.And yet.My hands curled into fists at my sides as I exhaled sharply.I wasn't mad. Not the way I expected to be.Instead, some traitorous part of me felt... relieved. Happy, even, just to see her again.I stopped near the window, the city skyline blurring beyond the glass. My reflection stared back at me—cold, unreadable, but I knew what lurked beneath.This was dangerous. Too dangerous.I couldn't afford distractions. Not from her. Not now.I had started something bigger than us—something I couldn't abandon halfway. My revenge wasn't complete. The people who destroyed me still walked free. And until that ended, I couldn't let anyone—espe

  • THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY MAKER    FOURTY TWO

    [LORENZO’S POINT OF VIEW]The elevator doors slid open, and the silence between us stretched until we stepped into my office. I loosened my tie slightly, trying to ease the tightness in my chest. Sophia followed behind, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.The moment the door closed, I turned to her.“You shouldn’t have done that.”Her brows arched, disbelief flickering in her eyes before she let out a soft, sarcastic laugh.“What?” she asked, folding her arms. “You’re actually serious right now?”I met her gaze, my voice low but firm. “You shouldn’t have said that to her. Especially not in front of everyone.”Sophia tilted her head, her tone sharp.“Excuse me? Are you defending that girl now? That stupid employee of yours?”My jaw tensed. “Sophia—she’s not stupid, okay?”I ran a hand through my hair, trying to steady my voice. “What happened between you two—she didn’t mean it.”Sophia scoffed and walked toward the couch, crossing her legs and arms, staring at me with

  • THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY MAKER    FOURTY ONE

    [LUCIANA’ POINT OF VIEW]I froze the moment our eyes met.He was there.Lorenzo.Standing just a few steps away—his expression unreadable, his eyes locked on mine.Beside him was her… the same woman from earlier. The one whose drink splashed on her own dress, yet acted like I’d ruined her entire world.For a long, breathless second, we just looked at each other. Neither of us moved.Lorenzo and Sophia had just entered the building, walking through the glass doors with easy familiarity, but the moment his gaze found me, his steps faltered.Still, they kept walking—each step bringing them closer—until they were right in front of me, and I realized I was standing directly in their way.Sophia was still dabbing at the faint stain on her dress, irritation clear in every movement.“Ugh, I can’t believe this,” she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with annoyance. “Such a waste.”Then she finally looked up—only to realize I was standing there.Her eyes widened in surprise before na

  • THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY MAKER    FOURTY

    The soft light of morning slipped through the curtains when I woke up.My eyes were still heavy, but the thought of Lorenzo made me move.He’s always busy, always leaving early… maybe today, I can do something for him.I tied my hair back and went straight to the kitchen. The silence felt peaceful — just the sound of the pan warming and the faint hum of the refrigerator.I wanted to cook his favorite breakfast. I remember seeing it written in one of his notebooks — banana pancakes. I smiled a little at the thought.The scent of butter and honey filled the air as I flipped the pancakes carefully.I even brewed his coffee the way he liked it — strong, but not bitter.When I finished, I set everything neatly on the table: pancakes, coffee, a little fruit on the side. I looked at it proudly.It wasn’t much, but it came from me.Just then, I heard the sound of his footsteps.Lorenzo appeared at the doorway, already dressed in a crisp shirt, his watch gleaming, car keys in his hand.“You’re

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