All Chapters of A baby for the billionaire brothers : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

It had been weeks since the incident with Annabel and the brothers. Since that night, Annabel had done everything in her power to avoid them. She followed Juliet’s advice to the letter: don’t get involved, just focus on the job. For now, she had nowhere else to go, and she needed the shelter the mansion provided—even if it meant enduring their presence. Andrew made several attempts to speak with her, but Annabel never gave him the chance. She kept her distance, her voice cold whenever he came close. He started to wonder if her silence had something to do with him being with Esme. Desperate for answers, he confronted Esme about that night. She’d given him a casual shrug and said, “We got drunk. We slept. That’s all.” But Andrew didn’t believe her. Not fully. Still, he didn’t press further. “Esme still hasn’t told you anything?” Albert asked, stepping into Andrew’s office. He leaned on the edge of the desk, watching his brother intently. Andrew just shook his head, eyes fixed

Author’s POV“Annabel, you need to calm down,” Juliet said gently, concern tightening her voice. “Panicking won’t solve anything.”Annabel clawed her fingers through her hair over and over again, her movements frantic and uneven. A broken laugh escaped her lips—sharp and hollow—as tears spilled from her eyes. She suddenly turned to Juliet and laughed again, louder this time, as if something inside her had snapped.“I’m pregnant, Juliet,” she whispered, her voice thick with anguish. “I’m pregnant… do you hear me?” Her tone escalated into a scream. “It’s over for me. My life is over.”She dropped to her knees, collapsing like her bones had lost the will to hold her. Juliet rushed forward, trying to lift her, but Annabel resisted, remaining curled on the floor like a shattered version of herself.“Annabel, please,” Juliet pleaded, tears now running freely down her cheeks.At last, Annabel let Juliet help her up. Her face was pale, her lips trembling.“Look at me,” Juliet said, gently tak

Author’s POV“No!” Annabel’s voice rang out, sharp with fury. Her eyes blazed as she stood her ground. “I will never give up my child.”Across the room, Mrs. Torres scoffed, folding her arms tightly. “We don’t need her child,” she said coldly, her voice dripping with disdain. “She can get an abortion. Tracy and Albert are getting married soon—they can have a child, a real one, not from some worthless girl.”Juliet’s fists clenched at her sides. Her jaw tightened. “Watch your mouth,” she snapped, stepping forward. “I don’t care how old you are—I will slap you if you speak like that again.”Mrs. Torres blinked, taken aback by Juliet’s boldness. “You see that? That one’s already disrespecting me!” she shrieked, turning to her husband. “I don’t want them here. They need to leave.”Andrew moved closer to Annabel, his expression softening as he gently took her hand. “No one is taking your child from you,” he said firmly. “It’s yours. And he will be protected.”Then he turned to his father,

The tension in the Torres mansion thickened with every passing day. It hung in the air like smoke—stifling, bitter, impossible to ignore. Mrs. Torres couldn’t hide her disdain any longer. Annabel’s continued presence in the house was an open wound she refused to let heal. Pregnant or not, all Mrs. Torres saw was a threat—an intruder deliberately tearing her family apart. As soon as she entered the kitchen, her sharp eyes locked onto the housekeeper. “Why are you still fussing around with all this?” she snapped at Mrs. Jones, who was stacking clean plates with trembling fingers. “I’ve been waiting for my coffee. What’s the delay?” “I—I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll get it right away,” Mrs. Jones replied, her voice laced with apology and the faintest tremor of fear. “That’s not what I asked,” Mrs. Torres said, her tone now colder, more cutting. “Why the delay?” Mrs. Jones hesitated, wringing her hands. “It’s just… since Annabel hasn’t been able to do her chores, I’ve had to cover for h

“You heard me right. I’ll get an abortion if you both keep fighting like this,” Annabel said, her tone edged with frustration. Her eyes darted between them. “I don’t want to be caught in the middle of this, okay? You both promised I’d be fine, but watching the way you two act right now, I’m starting to doubt it.” Her voice rose slightly, tinged with anger.Andrew and Albert exchanged a tense look. Andrew rolled his eyes.“Fine, Annabel. We won’t cause you any more stress,” Albert said, offering a faint smile. “I promise you won’t see us like this again.”Annabel turned to Andrew, expecting him to speak. He caught her gaze, then finally nodded.“What Albert said. You won’t have to worry about anything, Annabel,” Andrew said in a calmer tone. “Just… please don’t talk about getting an abortion again.”A small smile curled on Annabel’s lips. At least they were trying—trying not to stress her, trying to work together for the sake of her and the baby.“Let’s go home, then,” she said softly.