All Chapters of Claiming the billionaire ceo genius baby: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alistair sat at his desk, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. The door creaked open, and the servant put a closed envelope on the table. There is no return address. No name. Alistair's breath hitched as he opened the envelope and unfolded the solitary piece of parchment inside. His heart sank with every line as he read the words. The message started with "Alistair." "I haven't forgotten." I have been patient. And now is the moment. This time, your fall will be quick, and I'll take all you care about. He held the letter tightly, and his knuckles turned white. He whispered, "Alexander." The man who had once been a trusted comrade was now his biggest enemy. Alistair's heart raced. The message was a warning: no more games. Alistair couldn't stop Alexander's revenge from happening. The deep silence was broken by the sound of Belle's delicate footsteps as she came in. She was a stabilising influence, yet she could still sense the strain in the air. "What's the matter?"

"You've come," Alexander's aggressive and taunting voice resonated through the silence. "I didn't think you would be this dumb." "Let him go, Alexander," Alistair growled, and without thinking, he reached for the dagger in his belt. "This ends tonight." Belle stood next to him, her eyes angry, but her hand shook in his. She never wanted to come here, but they both knew they had to face each other. Alexander laughed, and it sounded like gravel crunching underfoot. "Oh, Alistair, you have it all wrong. This isn't the finish for me; it's simply the start. He stepped forward, and his eyes sparkled with the promise of trouble. "You think you can stop me? You think you're the only one who has played this game? Belle stepped closer, her body tense, and said, "You're crazy." "You're just a coward hiding behind your plans." "Scared?" Alexander's lips turned into a smile. "Belle, I'm not the one concealing. Your dear son... he's the one who's in danger. Alistair's heart raced. "What

"It's over," Belle said softly beside him, her voice full of relief. Alistair's jaw clenched. Seeing Alexander in handcuffs and without his once-impenetrable size should have felt like a win, but it didn't. It was the end of a long conflict, but the price had been too high. The crowd grumbled when the doors crashed shut. In the middle of the turmoil, Alistair saw Theodore's eyes for a few second. They were a mix of dread and something more that Alistair couldn't put his finger on. There was a profound quiet in the room when the trial started. The defence team's case was poor, but Alexander didn't back down. He never took his eyes from Alistair, even as the allegations kept coming. It felt empty to have Alistair's name cleared. It didn't erase the years of manipulation or the agony that Alexander's schemes inflicted. It didn't get back the time that had been lost or the moments that had been stolen. Belle said softly, "I never thought it would end like this," as she rested her pal

"Do you need help?" he asked, his voice lower than normal. Belle turned around, and her smile was more like a flicker than anything else. "Just sit down and relax. She mocked, "You're always trying to take over," but there wasn't really much power behind it. She didn't mind that he was there. He didn't care about hers. He smiled back, but it didn't reach his eyes. He was still getting used to this quieter, more peaceful life with her. He wasn't used to being part of something he couldn't control, something that was both fragile and strong. Alistair observed her for a little longer, feeling the weight of his past on his chest. He had spent so many years controlling, manipulating, and creating barriers to protect his emotions. But now, with Belle, he was learning to take down those walls, one brick at a time. He was still in school. But now there was a change, something distinct. He wasn't as affected by the past as he used to be. He started, "Belle," his voice shaky, "I think I'm

Belle was in the restroom, and her hands were shaking as she held the little plastic stick. The lines were easy to see. She was having a baby. Again. She leaned on the cool tile to try to settle her breathing. Her heart raced. She never anticipated this would happen. How could this happen after all they had been through? She was experiencing a lot of different things at once. As the door cracked open, Alistair's comments echoed through the corridor. "Belle, are you all right?" She took a deep breath and quickly wiped away a tear before entering into the hallway. He was at the end of the hall and looked anxious. When he saw the doubt in her eyes, he looked away. "What's wrong?" He asked in a calm but apprehensive tone. "I—" She took a moment to think. "I'm going to have a baby." "Again." Alistair stopped moving, and his expression was blank. The air between them felt thick and heavy with thoughts that weren't spoken. Belle took a deep breath. "I don't know if I'm ready for this.