Semua Bab The New Boss Is My Husband: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Arrienne’s POVThe cries of our newborn son filled the room, a sound that both terrified and elated me. I felt light-headed, but my heart was full. After everything—after the bloodshed, the betrayals, the ambushes—this tiny life, this fragile being, was our victory.I reached out, my arms trembling as I cradled him, and I could see the same awe and wonder in Jace’s eyes. For a moment, the world outside—the danger, the enemies closing in—disappeared. In the stillness of the room, it was just us and our child.“Our son,” I whispered, my voice cracking.Jace leaned in, brushing a kiss across my forehead. “He’s perfect. Just like you.”I wanted to believe him. I wanted to think that everything would be okay—that this new life we had created would be enough to protect us. But my instincts screamed otherwise.I glanced over at Papa Enrique, who was still recovering from the gunshot wound he’d sustained during the ambush. His face was pale, but he gave me a reassuring nod. “We’ll keep you saf

Jace’s POVDays passed, and the weight of the past year began to lift, slowly, like fog dissipating after a long storm. The house that had once been filled with echoes of violence and lies now felt... quieter. Safer.Arrienne, Enrico, and Janna, tucked away in the nursery, were the quiet center of my universe. I could feel the shift in the air; it was a new beginning, a new chapter for all of us. The sound of Janna’s laughter as she played with her toys filled the house with a lightness I had once thought impossible. Watching her grow and seeing the joy she brought into our lives made me forget, if only for a moment, the dark cloud of our past.But the peace didn’t last long.“Sir, we have a situation,” Kaleb’s voice broke through my thoughts as he entered the study.“What’s happened?” I asked, standing to face him.“It’s Vasquez’s people,” Kaleb continued, his face set in that all-too-familiar grim expression. “They’ve reached out. They want to negotiate.”I narrowed my eyes. "Negotia

Dominic’s POV I watched the footage again, alone in a silent room. Arrienne. Jace. The newborn. Janna. They survived. That should’ve made me angry. It should’ve driven me to call Nathan, to finish what we started. But it didn’t. It made my chest ache in a way I hadn’t felt since I buried my real family years ago. I had betrayed the only people who ever gave a damn about me. “Still watching?” Nathan’s voice slithered into the room like smoke. I didn’t look at him. “You said we’d send a message. Not go after their kids.” Nathan laughed. “Message received. Look what it did to Jace. He’s hiding like a dog.” He tossed a new file on the table. “Next target.” I didn’t open it. “I want out.” Nathan’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not how this works.” “I’m not killing children.” “You already did, the moment you handed us their location.” I stood slowly. “That wasn’t part of the deal.” Nathan didn’t flinch. “Then walk. But don’t forget—your name, your face, your blood is ours now. Run

Arrienne’s POVThree days passed.Three days of holding our breath behind reinforced walls, of trying to smile for Janna and soothe a newborn who sensed the tension in every heartbeat.But peace—true peace—never came.I sat on the edge of the bed, cradling our son while Janna braided strands of my hair. “Mommy, are the bad men gone?”I hesitated.Lied.“For now, sweetheart.”Janna nodded, her little brow furrowed with seriousness no child should wear. She kissed her baby brother’s forehead and whispered, “I’ll protect you, okay? Just like Mommy and Daddy.”She was only five.And yet the world had already demanded so much from her.Jace’s POVThe safe house was secure, but my instincts screamed otherwise. Something was off. Too still. Too quiet.Dominic was a man of patterns, and this calm... it was deliberate.A message.Marco entered, jaw tight. “We intercepted a drone—commercial grade, high-powered lens. Sent from the forest perimeter.”“How close?”“Close enough to see the baby.”My

Arrienne’s POVThe days that followed the attack blurred into a haze of pain, recovery, and quiet dread. The safe house was secure—for now. But security was no longer the illusion it used to be. I knew better. We all did.Jace barely left the side of our newborn son, who we named Elian, a name that meant “God has answered.” And maybe, despite the chaos, He had. Our baby was alive. Janna was safe. Papa Enrique was recovering. And I was breathing. That had to count for something.But every time I looked at Jace, I could feel the weight he was carrying. His eyes, once so quick to light up when Janna laughed or when I teased him, now held shadows that never left.He stayed awake long after I drifted off, fingers always tapping on encrypted files, watching surveillance footage, reading reports. Every move was calculated. Every breath, monitored.One evening, I approached him while he sat alone in the makeshift study at the far end of the safe house. He didn’t hear me come in, not until I re