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The Billionaire’s baby was mine 012
~Elara POV~The heavy security gates of the Veyne estate parted in absolute silence, welcoming the Maybach up the sweeping, manicured driveway. As the sleek car rolled to a halt, I stepped out into the crisp afternoon air, holding Liam securely against my chest. My heart was still beating against my chest, a remaining echo of Steve’s chilling voice over the phone. Every rustle of the old oak trees and every shadow along the clean stone pathways felt like a potential threat.But as I stepped through the grand double doors of the mansion, I forced my features into a calm, unbothered mask. I refused to let anyone here see how close I was to breaking.Clara, the senior head housekeeper, was waiting in the foyer alongside Lilian, one of the estate’s quietest and most efficient junior maids. Clara’s posture was impeccably upright, her gaze sharp yet polite as she greeted us."Welcome back, Miss Elara, Master Liam," Clara said smoothly, inclining her head. "The representatives from th
The Billionaire’s baby was mine 011
~Elara POV~ The heavy doors of the private elevator slide open silently, and the freezing, clinical air of the VIP wing hits me like a wall. I instinctively pull baby Liam closer to my chest, a small shiver running down my arms. Before I can even take a step into the quiet, marble-lined corridor, a heavy warmth suddenly drops over my bare shoulders. I pause, looking down. Lucien’s charcoal suit jacket is draped around me, instantly shielding me from the chill. It's thick, heavy, and completely drenched in his scent—that rich blend of expensive leather, cedar, and sharp cologne that makes my stomach do a strange, fluttery flip. "You're cold," Lucien states flatly from behind me, not giving me a chance to argue. His large hands linger on the lapels of the jacket right beside my neck for a second longer than necessary. His knuckles brush so close to my skin that I freeze, my breath hitching in my throat as he leans over my shoulder to guide me out of the elevator. Acr
The Billionaire’s baby was mine 010
~Lucien POV~"What is going on here?"My voice cuts through the thumping music like a blade. I step into the kitchen, my hands buried deep in my trousers.I left the hotel penthouse because her body kept popping into my head—every exposed line of her from that mirror burning into my mind. And now I come back to find her here, flushed, barefoot, whining her waist to a heavy drumbeat like she owns the place. She doesn't even look like a nursing mother. She looks radiant. Uninhibited. I never knew she was this beautiful.The music suddenly cuts off. Elara freezes mid-sway, her cheeks burning crimson as she frantically pulls her cardigan straight."Mr. Veyne!" she stammers out, her voice raspy. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't know you would be back now—""Where is Liam?" I cut her off instantly, my tone sharp and uncompromising.She blinks, swallowing hard. "He's upstairs in the nursery suite. With Mrs. Clara.""Get dressed," I command, stepping closer until the space between us evapo
The Billionaire’s baby was mine 09
~Elara POV~"You are just the sweetest little thing, aren't you?"I whisper softly down at the tiny baby cradled against my chest. Liam latches on quietly, his small hand resting flat against my collarbone while I gently trace the soft curve of his dark hair. The afternoon sun filters through the high windows of the nursery suite, painting the room in a warm, golden glow."Your daddy might be made of ice, little man," I murmur, smiling down at his fluttering eyelids, "but you... you're going to soft-hearted."Suddenly, the sharp, echoing sound of a car horn blares from the long driveway outside, cutting right through the quiet room.I look up toward the window. My heart gives a happy flutter. Sam is here.I carefully unlatch Liam, burp him gently over my shoulder, and lay him down in his soft velvet bassinet. He lets out a contented, milk-drunk sigh and drifts off to sleep. I adjust my cardigan, give his tiny forehead a quick kiss, and hurry out of the nursery, closing the doo
The Billionaire’s baby was mine 08
~Lucien POV~I hand the quiet bundle into Mrs. Clara’s waiting arms."Take him up to the nursery suite," I instruct, adjusting the cuffs of my dark suit jacket. "Make sure Miss Carter has everything she needs once she finishes dressing.""Of course, Mr. Veyne," Mrs. Clara bows her head and turns up the stairs.I turn toward the private corridor leading to my study. As I pass the guest suite, my eyes catch the door sitting slightly ajar—unlatched from Elara's blind panic moments ago.My glance lands directly on the floor-to-ceiling vanity mirror positioned across her room.Elara is standing near the foot of the bed, her back to the door. She has stripped away her bathrobe, standing completely bare in the morning sunlight. Her slender waist, the soft curves of recent childbirth, and her dark hair spilling wild over her shoulders fill the glass in an instant of raw, unguarded exposure.Heat flares sharply at the back of my neck.I snap my head forward, breaking my gaze, and keep
The Billionaire’s baby was mine 07
~Elara POV~"Hey, Sam," I say softly, pressing the phone against my ear as I turn away from the glowing granite counter and step through the swinging double doors of the kitchen."Elara! Thank God you picked up," Sam's voice comes through instantly, sharp with pure relief. "How are you holding up? How are you feeling physically?""I'm managing," I reply, walking past the vast, empty dining hall where the official portrait of Mr. and Mrs. Veyne looms over the long table. I make my way toward the grand marble staircase, my slippers clicking softly against the polished floor. "I just finished eating a heavy meal. But listen... something strange happened earlier, right before I went down.""What do you mean?" Sam asks, her tone shifting from relieved to instantly alert. "Is everything okay in that place?""Aurelia called me," I say, keeping my voice down to a low whisper as I head up the wide stairs, holding tight to the banister. "On my personal phone. From an untraceable burner number
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