All Chapters of TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter 53 Bexley's POV When the timer sounded, I let it ring for a few seconds before I reached for my phone. Then I stood and looked down at the test. There were two lines. I picked up the instructions, though I already knew what they said. I checked the picture beside the positive result, looked at the test again, and pressed my free hand over my mouth. I was pregnant. For a moment, all I could hear was the bathroom fan. I sat down because my legs felt unsteady, holding the test carefully between my fingers. I was going to have Blake’s baby. I looked toward my bedroom, almost expecting someone to be there. The room was empty, my graduation gown still lying across the chair, my diploma folder on the desk. Nothing changed while I waited for the result, but I couldn’t imagine walking back into that room and thinking about my life the same way. I used the second test because I needed to see the answer again. When it showed the same result, I put them beside each other on the cou

Israel’s POV The hospital doors opened before the driver brought the car to a complete stop. I helped the staff move Blake onto the waiting stretcher. A nurse asked what happened while another cut through his shirt. I answered as quickly as I could, keeping one hand against him until someone told me to move. “We’ll take over from here.” I followed them inside anyway. When we reached another set of doors, a doctor stepped in front of me. “You need to wait here.” “He stopped answering me in the car,” I said. “He hit his head too.” “We’re checking everything. Please let us work.” I let go of the stretcher. Getting him to the hospital was the only thing I could think about in the car. Now he was here, and I had to stand outside while strangers tried to keep him alive. A nurse led me to a desk and asked for his details. I gave her his name, his date of birth, and the information I knew about his health. Blake listed me as an emergency contact years ago, though I never expected to

Bexley’s POV Two days after the appointment, I called Asaf before I could spend another morning checking Blake’s messages. “Bex,” he said when he answered. “Tell me you’ve finally found a graduation picture where Brad looks normal.” “I’m starting to think that picture doesn’t exist.” “He’ll be hurt when I tell him you said that.” “Tell him I said it with love.” He laughed, and I smiled into the phone. I missed being with my friends without wondering what I could safely tell them. “Are you busy?” I asked. “I need to ask you something.” “I have a little time. What’s wrong?” “Have you spoken to Blake?” There was a pause before he answered. “I’ve been trying to. Dad got a message from him a few days ago, though.” I sat straighter. “What did he say?” “He’s fine. He has business to finish in Italy.” “Can you send it to me?” The message arrived while we were still on the call. I opened the screenshot and read it. [I’m okay, Dad. I need to finish some business here. I don’t wan

Bexley’s POV My mother was standing beside a small sofa when I opened the door. She wore a blue blouse beneath a gray cardigan, and her hair was pulled back from her face. I recognized her from the photograph, but that didn’t prepare me for seeing her turn toward me. “Bexley.” She said my name so softly that I almost missed it. I stepped inside, and Sawyer closed the door behind me. For a moment, neither of us moved. Her eyes traveled over my face, then down to the envelope in my hand before returning to me. She lifted one hand, lowered it, and pressed her lips together. I knew that face. There were things about her mouth and eyebrows I’d seen in the mirror without knowing where they came from. “I’m sorry,” she said, wiping her cheek. “I thought I’d be able to say something.” I shook my head. I couldn’t find anything useful to say either. The questions I carried into the room were still there, but all I could think about was the space between us. “Mom?” Her face crumpled. “Yes