All Chapters of Impregnated By The Billionaire: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Vincent’s fingers trembled as they hovered over the trigger of the gun. His gaze flicked back and forth between Michael, who was barely holding on, and Falsetti, who stood with a sinister smile on his face. Despite knowing that Michael deserved to pay for his crimes, Vincent couldn’t bring himself to actually pull the trigger. It was easy to talk tough, but the reality of taking a life was much harder to face.Falsetti seemed to sense Vincent’s hesitation and pressed the knife harder against Claire’s throat, making her gasp. “You’re not a real man if you can’t even protect your woman,” he taunted. “Are you just going to stand there and watch as I slit her throat? Or are you going to grow a spine and do what needs to be done?”Vincent clenched his jaw, his resolve wavering. Claire was the only thing that mattered to him, and he would do anything to protect her.But he also knew that Falsetti was trying to break him, to turn him into a ruthless killer who would do his bidding without qu

His words hung heavy in the air, and Claire could feel the weight of his pain. She nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. She had overheard the conversations while she was unconscious, and she knew that Vincent had been forced to make some impossible choices.“What’s wrong with her? Why won’t she wake up?” Vincent had asked.“Mr Halest,” It was Sana, she could recognize her voice anytime, anywhere. “I think it’s time we had a talk.”Claire felt a deep sense of betrayal towards Sana, who had revealed everything she had been hiding from Vincent for so long.Claire couldn’t understand why Sana had chosen that moment to tell him, after all this time of waiting for the right moment to come.Then again, over the past few months, it seemed like there was never a good time to have a proper conversation anyway. They were always rushing from one crisis to another, never able to catch a breath or even a moment to themselves. The idea of having hours to go through everything from scr

[One year later]Vincent smoothly guided the kids out of the park and herded them into the car. The children chattered away, their words a mystery to the outside world, while Vincent navigated the city’s traffic.When they arrived at the Halest Villa, the kids bounded up the steps, and Vincent trailed behind, assisting Noah in climbing the last step.“Almost there, little guy. Just a bit more,” he urged, and Noah’s feet touched the tiles. Without wasting a second, Noah scurried off to join Lovette, who was bouncing on the couch.As they sat around the dining table, enjoying their ice cream, Noemie entered the room with a tiny baby cradled in her arms, followed closely by Ajax who carried a suit jacket over his arm.Sonia Halest playfully spooned a bite of ice cream into Noah’s mouth before Lovette playfully protested, insisting that he was always the favorite.Sonia laughed and kissed both of them, assuring them that they were both equally loved. As the meal came to an end, Sonia led

“Then, I’ll wait forever. She woke up from this once, even if it was for a little while, she can wake up from this again,” he left no place for any argument. “Look, if it’s about emptying the room, I can arrange—”“It’s not about the room,” Sana interrupted gently, hoping to avoid hurting Vincent’s feelings. “It’s about you. You can’t spend your life waiting for her to wake up from a sleep she might never wake up from. She hasn’t shown any sign of improvement in the last year and a half. I think she would want you to move on, Vincent.”Vincent’s heart sank as he absorbed the weight of Sana’s words. He slumped his shoulders, feeling the heaviness of the moment. He turned his gaze to Claire, his eyes searching for some kind of comfort. His hand reached out, seeking hers in a gentle grip, as if holding onto her was the only thing keeping him grounded.“I know it’s hard to let go,” he whispered, his voice strained with emotion. “But I can’t imagine my life without her. I’ll wait as long a

As they left the church, they found a bench outside and sat down, looking over the greenery and calm breeze humming around.Vincent gently intertwined his fingers with hers, relishing the warmth that spread through him as he held her hand. The softness of her skin against his was a comfort that he couldn’t explain, and as he leaned in to press a kiss to the back of her hand, he felt his heart swell with emotion.“You’re not alone, Claire,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I hope you know that too.”Claire turned her hand over, lacing her fingers with Vincent’s as she smiled at him. The look in her eyes was one of gratitude and love, and Vincent felt a lump form in his throat as he gazed at her. She was so strong, even in the face of such a daunting illness, and he couldn’t help but feel in awe of her.“I know, Vince,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know.”As they sat there, the heat of the sun beating down on them, the sounds of weeping and mourning ringi