All Chapters of A baby for the billionaire brothers : Chapter 81 - Chapter 86

It had been nearly two months now, and Andrew and Albert were still fumbling through their efforts to make things work with Annabel. Each of them insisted on being the one to care for her, but instead of bringing her comfort, their constant competition only resulted in petty arguments and endless bickering. The tension between them hung in the air like a thundercloud, and it was wearing Annabel thin. Still, she forced herself to smile through it all, hoping that pretending everything was fine would prevent things from spiraling further.Mrs. Torres, however, was far from fooled—and even farther from amused. She loathed the chaos that had taken over her family. Time and time again, she urged her husband to step in and put an end to the madness, but he dismissed her every time with the same cold response: “Wait for the child to be born.”But Mrs. Torres knew in her bones that if that child came into the world, nothing would ever be the same—and not in a good way.Desperate, she had take

“Annabel! No, no, no—baby, stay with me!” Albert’s voice cracked, raw and hoarse, as he ran alongside the hospital stretcher, his fingers tightly clasped around her blood-slicked hand. Her skin was cold. Too cold. The metallic scent of blood clung to him—hers, his, theirs—and it smeared his shirt, soaked through the sleeves, painted his shaking hands.Annabel’s eyes fluttered weakly beneath bruised lids, her lips trembling as she fought to keep them open.“I’m… I’m trying,” she whispered, barely audible. “Albert… our baby… Is our baby okay?”The world around him spun into a blur. Nurses yelled codes. Doctors barked instructions. Machines beeped and screeched. But all Albert could hear was her voice, so soft and scared, anchoring him to the worst moment of his life.“Yes,” he choked out, desperate to believe it himself. “Our baby’s going to be fine. You both are. Just hold on for me, please.”She gave the faintest nod before her head lolled slightly to the side. The doors of the operat

Annabel’s POVI twirled in front of the mirror, smiling to myself. I loved this dress—it hugged all the right places and made me feel beautiful. I had a feeling Andrew would love it too.My heart fluttered as I thought about what had happened a few days ago. I’d told him I loved him—out loud. And I meant every word. I’d spent so long feeling unsure, confused… torn. But I wasn’t confused anymore. It was Andrew. It had always been him. I respected Albert, sure, but it wasn’t love.I stepped out of the dressing room, expecting to find Andrew waiting like he said he would.But he wasn’t there.I scanned the boutique, eyes flicking from one corner to another—until I saw them.Andrew and Esme. Together.Too close.She was practically draped over him, her hand on his chest, their faces inches apart.What the hell?“Andrew,” I called, my voice sharper than I intended as I stormed toward them.He immediately jerked away from her, stepping back like he’d been burned.“Anna… I—she… she fell into