Pregnant With The Billionaire's Heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

LisaI reached out in my half-asleep daze, expecting the comforting warmth of Alex’s chest beneath my cheek, only to find… nothing.My fingers brushed against the cold sheets where he should have been. My heart stilled. My eyes snapped open.The other side of the bed was empty.I sat up, my mind racing as a sense of déjà vu hit me like a wave. The night before had been magical—his hands on me, his whispers against my skin, the way he held me like I was the only thing that mattered in his world. Had it all been a dream?I swallowed hard, glancing down at myself. I was still naked, my nightgown neatly folded beside me on the bed, just as he had done the last time.The last time…A bitter chill crept into my veins as the memories crashed over me. Waking up happy, only to be shattered by his cold words."It was a mistake, Lisa."I had spent days convincing myself that this time was different, that he had changed, that I meant more to him now. But what if I was wrong?"You’re a fool, Lisa,

Lisa"Are we going to your summer house?" I asked, my voice laced with excitement.Alex nodded, and I gasped, my heart skipping a beat."But how did you know?" he asked, his brows drawing together in confusion.I sucked in a sharp breath. I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.The truth was, I had seen it in his childhood diary, the one where he poured out his innocent dreams before the world turned him cold. In one of the pages, he had written about building a summer house, a place where he would escape with his Cinderella, the one woman who would truly belong to him. I had wondered what could have happened to that hopeful little boy to make him grow into the ruthless man he had become.But I couldn’t tell him that. He wouldn’t take it well."I… I just made a guess," I improvised quickly. "I mean, if you can have a penthouse, then you should also have a summer house, right?"It sounded weak, even to my own ears, but I prayed he wouldn’t press further.Alex studied me for a moment be

AlexThe tension in the room was suffocating. Monalisa paced back and forth across my study, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. Her brows were furrowed, her expression unreadable. The silence stretched between us like a taut rope, ready to snap at any moment.I shifted uneasily in my chair, my fingers gripping the armrests. She had just told me about her confrontation with Lena, about the outrageous claim that she was pregnant with my child. But that was impossible. I had never once had unprotected sex with Lena. So how in the world could she be carrying my child?My jaw clenched as frustration surged through me. This is not right. I hissed under my breath, running a hand through my hair. Why did this have to happen now? Just when things were finally getting better between Monalisa and me?I could feel the storm brewing in the air. Monalisa abruptly stopped pacing and turned to glare at me. My heart pounded. The weight of her gaze was heavier than any accusation sh

LisaA sharp vibration in my palm pulled me from my thoughts. My phone had beeped. A message from Alex."They're here."A slow smirk curved my lips before I quickly wiped it away, returning to my somber expression. The real show was about to begin.Donald’s eyes pleaded with me, his voice shaking under the weight of regret. "I'm really sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to hurt you and your mother."I let out a bitter chuckle, folding my arms. "You didn’t mean to hurt us?" I repeated, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "That’s the best you can come up with? You knew we had nothing. You knew how helpless we were, yet you still left. You abandoned my mother—the woman who stood by you when you had nothing—just to chase after another woman’s wealth. Tell me, Donald, did you hate us that much?"His eyes widened in panic. "No, I don’t! I never did! I love you and your mother. I just...""To hell with your love." My voice rose, my breath shaky as emotions surged through me. "If you cared about us like

LisaThe soft hum of the city outside was drowned by the rhythmic breathing of my sleeping angel. With a cup of milkshake in hand, I tiptoed into the nursery, where the golden morning light painted warm hues across the walls. My little prince lay peacefully in his crib, his tiny fingers curled into loose fists, his delicate lashes fanning over his rosy cheeks. It had only been a few minutes since I left him to make my drink, yet it felt like I had been away for hours.A soft smile stretched across my lips as I leaned over, my heart swelling with indescribable love. Gently, I ran a finger down his velvety cheek, memorizing every inch of his perfect face, his button nose, the tiny lips that occasionally puckered in his sleep. He had his father’s sharp features, but his deep brown eyes were unmistakably mine.The nursery, adorned with plush animals and a celestial-themed mobile, carried the faint scent of baby powder and lavender, creating a cocoon of warmth and tranquility. Alex had gon