All Chapters of TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Bexley’s POV My mother kept hold of my hand while I told her about the appointment. “About six weeks,” I said. “That’s what the doctor thinks. I have a scan later.” “And the father?” “Blake.” She looked at me for a moment. “The man who helped me?” I nodded. “He’s in Italy. I haven’t been able to speak to him.” “Does he know?” “Not yet.” I explained the unanswered calls and the message his father received. Saying it made me feel foolish again. Here was a woman who lost years with her child, and I was crying because a man hadn’t called me for a few days. “He knows I need to tell him something important,” I said. “I’m glad you’ve seen a doctor.” She rubbed her thumb over my hand. “Is somebody helping you?” “My friend Justin came with me.” “Just a friend?” “Yes. Dad wants me to marry him, but that isn’t what I want.” Her expression changed. “Does your father know about the pregnancy?” “No.” She nodded slowly. “Give yourself time to think before you agree to anything.” I

Bexley’s POV Six weeks later, I was still taking my phone into rooms where I knew Blake wouldn’t call. I worked, paid the rent on my studio, and turned the campaign project into a monthly contract. I spoke to Mom whenever we could manage it and saw her twice through Sawyer’s arrangements. Dad spent part of that time away on business, which made it easier to avoid the dinners he kept suggesting. Blake remained in Italy, according to Israel. I heard that answer from Sawyer, from Asaf, and finally from Israel himself during a short call that left me with more questions than before. “Tell him I need to speak to him,” I said. “I’ll make sure he knows.” “Can you put him on the phone?” “Not right now.” There was always a reason it couldn’t happen right now. Asaf was angry too, which kept me from believing it was only me. That helped until I wondered why Blake could ignore his father and brother for this long. On the morning of my scan, I chose loose black pants and a green blouse. M

Bexley’s POV The ring felt heavier when I wore it into the dining room. It was a narrow gold band with a small round diamond. I chose it because I liked it, which seemed ridiculous when so much about the evening was something I wished I could avoid. Justin touched my elbow before we went inside. “You can still change your mind,” he said. “I know.” Dad noticed the ring before Magdalena did. His eyes moved from my hand to Justin’s face, and he smiled with the satisfaction of someone watching a plan work. “Well,” he said. “You two have something to tell us.” “We’re engaged,” Justin said. Magdalena got up so quickly that her chair scraped the floor. She hugged him, then came to me with both hands extended. Maxwell stood beside Dad, already talking about how pleased they were. I tried to smile properly. Justin stayed close enough that I didn’t have to face all of them alone. We invited my friends because I couldn’t bear making an announcement this important and letting them hear

Bexley’s POV By the time I reached twenty weeks, Dad had stopped pretending the house was mine to leave whenever I wanted. He didn’t lock the doors. He asked questions, made suggestions, and found problems with every place I considered. The building was too exposed. The neighborhood was inconvenient. There was no reason to pay for rooms when I already had a whole floor. I listened to the security advice that made sense. I stopped treating the rest as instructions. Sawyer helped me arrange protection without giving me a report of every move I made. I chose a building with a controlled entrance, enough room for a nursery, and an office that didn’t double as my bed. My old landlord accepted notice on the studio, and I spent a Saturday sorting through things I should have thrown away years earlier. John held up a cable from my desk drawer. “What is this charge?” “Something important.” “What?” “I’ll remember when you throw it out.” He put it back without arguing. Lizzy laughed fr

Israel’s POV Stephen Parker flew to Italy before he told me he was coming. His call reached me in a hallway outside Blake’s room. For a moment, I watched the name on the screen and considered letting it ring. Then I answered. “Where is my son?” “Stephen—” “I’m in Milan. Tell me where to go.” I looked through the glass panel. Blake’s eyes were closed. A nurse was adjusting the bedding around his arm. “He can’t meet you right now.” “Then I’ll wait wherever he is.” I moved farther down the hallway. “There are security concerns.” “There have been security concerns for months. Asaf has called everyone he knows. We’ve had people looking. Your office keeps giving us answers that lead nowhere.” I closed my eyes. “Is he alive?” Stephen asked. The question hurt more than his anger. “Yes.” “Then let me hear him.” “He can’t come to the phone.” “Why?” I didn’t answer quickly enough. “Israel.” “I’ll come to you.” “I didn’t fly here to see you.” “I know.” He gave me the name o