บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Perfect Mistake : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Azalea's POV"Can I come in?" Noah asked as he popped his head through the door after a soft knock."Yeah, sure," I said, rising from my chair briefly out of courtesy."You can sit," he added."Thank you," I replied, settling back into my seat, smoothing my skirt beneath me. "Do you want me to do something for you?" My voice came out slower than I intended, cautious, curious.He smiled, the kind that made you feel like you were the only person in the room. He pulled out the chair opposite mine and sat, leaning in slightly."When was the last time you went for a checkup?"My eyes flicked around the room, searching for something to focus on. The desk lamp. My sketchbook. Anything. I tried not to blush, I tried and failed. "I don’t know," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.“C’mon,” he laughed, light but earnest. “You know you’re supposed to get checked regularly, right?”His concern softened something in me. His gaze wasn’t just medical, it was layered with worry, warmth, t

Third Person's POV"Welcome home, baby girl," Escola murmured under her breath, dragging her luggage behind her as she stepped out of the airport terminal and into the cool Canadian breeze.The wind tugged at the edges of her coat, and the familiar scent of home wrapped around her like a warm hug. She adjusted her shades and scanned the bustling crowd until her eyes landed on Peace, her manager and best friend.Peace’s curly ginger hair bounced with every step as she ran toward her, arms flung wide open and a radiant grin lighting up her face.“Baby girl!” Peace squealed, her voice slicing through the airport noise. “The one and only Escola Johnson!”“Don’t mess my afro,” Escola warned with a teasing tone, just before her best friend tackled her into a hug.“I missed you, so much.” Peace laughed, pulling back slightly to study her face.“Same here,” Escola replied, giving Peace’s hand a squeeze. There was something grounding about Peace’s presence, something that made the chaos of tra

Noah’s POVI gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles whitening, as I navigated the car toward the old high school campus. The road unfurled before me, almost surreal, like time had warped back eight years.The basketball court was the place where Ace and I always landed; the concrete bench where we parked ourselves whenever life felt too sharp or loud. Now, even though we graduated years ago, it still called to us.I pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine. The air sat heavy in the car, but stepping out cut through it. Walking past the rusted chain-link fence, my heart started hammering like I was a freshman again.I recognized his car immediately, the dark, sleek model he favored. I gave a quick nod to the gatekeeper, a familiar figure from our past. He always let us in without question. He knew us well enough to understand we weren’t heading for trouble.The school was almost deserted, the afternoon light slanting across empty hallways and echoing locker doors. I made my

Azalea's POVI watched Ace walk away, my chest tight with rage and something I couldn’t quite name.He had finally accepted the child? Just like that? Like a scene in one of his movies, loud, dramatic, with an audience?But this wasn’t a movie. This was real. My life. My baby.I had actually gone back to find him, to apologize for Noah’s outburst, to smooth things over. I wasn’t expecting perfection, just clarity. But instead, I came back to this chaos, confrontation, and a truth I wasn’t ready to hear in that way.“Lea…” Noah’s voice came softly behind me.I spun around, my glare sharp enough to cut. “Don’t you dare.”His lips parted, caught off guard.“What was that in the boardroom?” I snapped. My voice trembled, not with fear, but with frustration. “Did I ask you to speak for me? Did I look helpless? Why did you feel the need to blow up like that and humiliate me in front of everyone?”“I was just trying to protect you,” he said quietly, eyes low.“No, you weren’t,” I hissed. “If

Ace's POVI couldn’t sleep. My body was on the bed, but my mind kept replaying the moment again and again like a broken film reel stuck on the most painful scene.What the hell was wrong with me?I turned on my phone and stared at the screen, the glow making my tired eyes sting. I scrolled through my contacts until I landed on her name, Azalea. I’d never saved it intentionally. I got it from her business file. Technically, I stole it. But at this point, I didn’t care.I hovered my finger over the call button, but I couldn’t press it.What would I even say? That I didn’t mean to say it that way? That I didn’t mean for her to hear it like that?God.The words I’d spoken earlier echoed in my mind— 'I accept that I’m the father.' Loud. Angry. Defensive.Why the hell did I say it like that?Why did it have to come out in the middle of a damn shouting match with Noah? As if I was trying to win a fight, not confess something real.I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, running bo