All Chapters of Claiming the billionaire ceo genius baby: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Belle Blackwell," the bailiff shouted. In the sterile quiet, her name reverberated. Her breathing was shallow and fast as she stepped toward the witness stand, straightening her back. Every step seemed to be a fight. Her eyes found Alistair's as she sank into the seat. As his lawyer sifted through paperwork, his lips curled into a little smirk. The only thing that stopped her from stumbling was the idea of her son and his innocent eyes. For him, she had to remain resilient. The seductive voice previously known, Alistair's attorney stood up. We are here today, ladies and gentlemen of the court, to talk about little Theodore Blackwell's custody. The one who can offer the most stable, safe atmosphere holds a child's destiny in their hands. Belle Blackwell, we all know, Alistair's side rippled with a whisper of appreciation. His eyes stayed on hers as he reclined back. Belle swallowed, the metal flavor in her mouth. He was so certain of himself. He had overplanned this. The voice of

Belle stood in front of the mirror, her reflection looking back at her with a mix of surprise and determination. Alistair's courtroom fight had finished in his favor, and she felt as though the walls were closing in on her. The man meant to safeguard her and their children was suddenly the one actually endangering their family disintegration. Every day spent with him served as a reminder that he controlled everything: her, Theodore, and all else. But not any more. She had decided. Belle walked across the room, ignoring the papers strewn over the desk. Running through the processes in her head, her heart raced and her thoughts raced. She could not remain here. Not in this home, not with him. The idea of Theodore maturing under Alistair's control made one cringe. The orders, the control, the cruel comments she could already hear. Her gaze remained fixed on the little suitcase by the bed. She had packed it before, just in case, but now it was more than just a precaution. It was all th

Theodore's eyes adapted to the dim light; he saw files that appeared to draw him closer, boxes coated in cobwebs, and shelves brimming with old volumes. Walking toward the far corner of the room, he found a wooden cabinet half-hidden beneath piles of papers. Theodore cautiously unlocked the cabinet as his fingers glided across its surface. Though their contents were far from usual, inside were dozens of file folders, each carefully labeled. Pulling one off the shelf, its label worn but readable: Kensington Family History, his heart raced. Though the final folder at the bottom drew his attention, the files were packed with information, birth records, bank paperwork, old photographs. His fingers quivering with expectation, he opened it carefully. There, in a tattered paper, was his father's birth record. The tidy writing covered the fundamentals: date, place, surname. Theodore hesitated, though, at the way the paper crinkled and felt more weighty than the rest. He looked down at the

The mansion was too quiet for Belle's comfort of mind. Her mind a maelstrom of uncertainty and dread, she had been in Alistair's study for what seemed like hours. The richness of the home only appeared to increase her mounting anxiety. The files she had discovered burdened her greatly; the secrets they exposed about Alistair's father, Alexander, and the shady transactions endangering everything seemed to crash down. Belle's fingers trembled slightly as she touched the borders of the papers she'd left behind, her anxiety returning. A gentle knock on the door broke her thoughts. Is Belle there? Startled, she turned as Gabrielle entered. Her eyes were large, full of a strange combination of shame and anxiety. Though tonight it seemed as though the walls were closing in, the air between them had always been electric. Gabrielle Belle enquired, attempting to control her breathing. What is happening? What brings you here? Gabrielle hesitated, her eyes darting anxiously to the door as th

Theodore sat on the soft grass of the mansion's lawn, his small hands gripping a ball as he casually tossed it in the air. Golden light from the sun covered the vast estate, and birds chirping made for a perfect setting. But something seemed wrong. A peculiar chill hung in the air, causing him to look anxiously over his shoulder. The front gate opened with a creak; the noise rather acute in the quiet. Stepping through the gate, two men in dark suits created an imposing, deliberate presence. Though it was Theodore's naive interest that drew their notice first, they moved in perfect unison, their eyes searching the area. He grimaced, a quick anxiety filling his chest. Standing up, he let the ball fall and his tiny hands shook a little. One of the guys saw him right away; their gazes met for a brief minute before the man smiled tightly and uncomfortably. The man murmured, his voice icy yet gently sweet with an eerie serenity, "Come with us, Theo." Theodore stepped back, his heart rac