บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire’s Forbidden Cinderella: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The cottage was meant to be a safe house, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was too quiet—too perfect. I sat in the small living room, the faint scent of lavender mingling with the crackle of the fire Lukas had started in the hearth. Outside, the darkness pressed against the windows, broken only by the distant hum of his men patrolling the grounds.Lukas had insisted I rest, but I couldn’t. My thoughts spiraled endlessly, replaying the events that led me here. My conversation with him earlier felt like a dam breaking—one I’d held together for far too long. For the first time, I had laid my fears bare, and Lukas had taken each one with a steady determination that both comforted and terrified me.He was in the adjoining room now, speaking in low tones on the phone. His voice carried a sharp edge, a quiet intensity that made me wonder if he was already planning his next move. Against Viktor? Against whoever had tried to tear us apart? I didn’t know.The door creaked open, and Luka

The hours that followed Aaron’s departure seemed to drag and blur at the same time. Every small task I took on—folding clothes, organizing papers, even packing a few items—felt monumental, like I was dismantling pieces of a life I hadn’t fully lived yet.Lukas stayed close but gave me space, sensing that I needed the quiet to sort through the storm inside. He busied himself with finalizing arrangements for our trip, taking calls in hushed tones as I moved through the apartment.By mid-afternoon, I found myself in the nursery. The soft hues of the walls, the neatly arranged crib, and the stuffed animals waiting patiently on the shelves felt like a promise we hadn’t yet fulfilled. I ran my fingers over the edge of the crib, imagining our babies sleeping peacefully there.A knock at the door startled me from my thoughts. Lukas appeared moments later, his brow furrowed. “Sophia’s here,” he said.Sophia. My heart leapt and sank all at once. I hadn’t told her about our decision yet.When I

The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom, bathing the space in a soft, golden glow. I woke to the sound of birds chirping, an unfamiliar yet soothing melody compared to the bustling noise I was used to. For a moment, I forgot where I was, but the elegant furnishings and the faint scent of pine reminded me—this was Salzburg, our new beginning.I turned to find Lukas already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed. He was dressed in casual slacks and a dark sweater, a far cry from his usual sharp suits. His gaze was fixed on the view beyond the window, his expression contemplative.“Morning,” I said, my voice still heavy with sleep.He glanced over his shoulder and offered a small smile. “Morning. Did you sleep well?”“Well enough,” I replied, sitting up and pulling the blanket around me. “You?”“Barely,” he admitted. “Too much on my mind.”I hesitated before asking, “About Viktor?”He nodded, his jaw tightening. “And about you, the twins... everything.

The morning sun bathed the room in a warm, golden light, but its brightness did little to dispel the shadow of the letter’s threat. Lukas paced back and forth, the crisp sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor a stark contrast to the unease settling over us.Klaus stood nearby, his usual stoic demeanor strained as he waited for Lukas’ next instruction.“I want the entire property swept,” Lukas ordered, his tone clipped. “Every inch of it. Cameras, motion sensors, anything that can give us a heads-up if someone comes within a mile of this place.”“I’ll see to it immediately,” Klaus replied before leaving the room with a curt nod.Lukas turned to me, his piercing gaze softening slightly. “Are you okay?”I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. The letter had rattled me to my core, but I didn’t want him to see how scared I truly was. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected. “What about you?”His lips pressed into a thin line. “This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with thr

The door slammed shut behind Lukas and Klaus, leaving the air in the study heavy with unresolved tension. I stood frozen, my hands clenched at my sides, as the weight of their absence settled over me. A part of me wanted to chase after them, to demand that I be part of the plan. But Lukas’ words echoed in my mind: If they’re targeting you, I’m not putting you in their crosshairs.The journal lay open on the desk, Vadim Andreev’s name scrawled across the yellowed page like a taunt. The crescent moon beside it glared back at me, a reminder of the questions that had no answers. I traced the edges of the symbol with my fingertip, willing my memory to yield something—anything—that might make sense of the connection.Who are you, Vadim?I paced the room, trying to shake the unease that had settled in my chest. The study felt too quiet, the silence amplifying the fear that gnawed at my resolve. I turned back to the journal and flipped through the pages again, searching for something I might