Semua Bab Chased By Billionaire After One Night: Bab 451 - Bab 460

He was the father of the children?!Alexander stared blankly at the phone screen, his heart churning like a stormy sea. The revelation struck him without warning, leaving him utterly unprepared. He couldn't stop questioning it over and over in his mind.Back then, Phoebe had denied it so firmly. And now—this? The truth hit him like a thunderbolt, shattering every assumption he had.Alexander forced himself to calm down and read the message again, word by word. A surge of emotions—shock, disbelief, anger, relief—crashed over him in waves.Logic told him Phoebe had no reason to lie. A simple DNA test could prove everything.Her message explained that she had kept the truth from him because she didn't trust him, afraid he would try to take the children from her. Remembering how she had seemed on the verge of saying something, how she had hesitated so many times—he finally understood. She had been trying to tell him all along.His children were alive.In an instant, memories flashed befor

The salty taste of her tears hit Alexander like a punch. His whole body froze. Phoebe's tear-filled eyes stung more than any wound. Just as he was about to let go, a sharp slap cracked through the silence. The sting burned across his cheek as he turned his head, only to see her trembling hand still suspended in the air, hatred and confusion clashing in her gaze.He reached up to wipe her tears, but the moment his fingers brushed her trembling lashes, Phoebe jerked her face away as if burned, slapping his hand aside."Get out.""I'm not leaving without you," he said, grabbing her wrist, his grip tight enough to leave a mark."Do you want to push me over the edge?" Her voice shook. "I need time to process this—my kids, my parents...""Just this once," Alexander said, pressing her against the wall. "You're their mother. And I'm their father."That line stabbed straight into Phoebe's heart. The cold sweats of sleepless nights, the sharp pa

The sharp scent of antiseptic hung in the air when the doctor finished speaking, but Phoebe barely heard him—her ankle was already cradled in a warm, steady palm. Alexander's thumb brushed gently over the swollen skin, his touch feather-light, yet impossible to resist."He's not—" she began to protest, but he cut her off."He will be soon."When he looked up, there was a fire in his eyes that made her ears burn.Two hours passed, stitched together by silence and careful hands. Every time his fingers pressed down, Alexander would glance up to check her expression. "Does it hurt?"At first, she turned her face away without answering. But after the tenth time, her nose began to sting with the threat of tears. He was so focused, so gentle, sweat beading at his temples, and still he didn't stop."That's enough," Phoebe muttered, trying to pull her foot away."Just a little more."His voice was low and heavy, li

The bus jostled as it rolled through the intersection. Phoebe stared down at the tips of her shoes, refusing to look up. The cold aura radiating from the man beside her was practically tangible—she didn't need to see his face to know that Alexander's glare could freeze someone to the bone.From a seat behind them came the faint rustle of movement—the ponytailed girl was sneaking glances again. Phoebe dug her nails into her palm and stared at the girl's flushed cheeks, jealousy bubbling up in her throat. "Her eyes are practically glued to you.""My charm's impossible to hide." Alexander suddenly leaned in, his breath hot against her ear."Then why don't you go sit with her?" Phoebe snapped, whipping her head around—only to meet his amused, teasing gaze.Alexander's arm swept around her, pulling her into his chest. His heartbeat thundered beneath the fabric of his suit. "To me, everything that isn't you is just garbage."Before she could respond, a punishing kiss crashed down on her lip

He wanted all of her—completely—until she melted beneath him like snow in spring.Tears still clung to Phoebe's lashes, her flushed cheeks pressed against the sofa armrest. She heard his husky laugh fall from above."Tired?"A muffled sound escaped her throat. She didn't bother answering such a pointless question. It felt like her bones had been taken apart and reassembled—dull pain laced with an electric numbness that left a tremor with every breath.She thought back to the wildfire burning in his eyes, the near-manic hunger in his touch. He didn't seem like a man who'd gone five years without a woman—more like someone hell-bent on satisfying a lifetime of cravings in a single day."Get up..."She pushed weakly at his arm, her limbs as soft as cotton, but before she could finish, he pinned her wrist against the couch. The scent of sweat and cedar clung to him, invading her senses as she tilted her head back, only to be caught in the lingering embers in his gaze."One more time," he m