บททั้งหมดของ The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

The sterile hospital corridor felt unnaturally long as Adrian paced back and forth, his thoughts racing faster than his hurried footsteps. His hand clenched and unclenched, a nervous habit he couldn’t shake. The fluorescent lights above flickered occasionally, matching the anxious pulse racing through his veins. His mind replayed every moment of the day: Elena's soft smile as they entered the hospital, her tight grip on his hand as the contractions started growing more frequent. He had never felt this powerless, standing in the shadow of something so far beyond his control. Every part of him was itching to be there beside her, but the doctor had insisted he wait outside. "Just for a moment," they said, "just to let things progress." But as time dragged on, it felt like more than a moment. It felt like an eternity. Adrian stopped pacing, his back pressed against the cool, white wall, and closed his eyes for a second, willing the fear to subside. He let out a long breath, rubbing

The soft sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom as Elena lay nestled in the soft embrace of the couch, her newborn baby girl gently resting in her arms. The air was filled with a serene silence that only new parents know—a silence that held reverence, love, and a depth of gratitude that words often fail to convey.Adrian walked into the room, his eyes fixed on his wife and their baby. The sight stole his breath for a moment. No boardroom victory, no empire conquered, no deal signed had ever filled his heart the way this did. He approached with quiet steps, carrying a soft smile, his hands behind his back.Elena looked up and returned his smile. “She just fell asleep again,” she whispered softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead.Adrian sat beside her and leaned in to kiss her temple. “You’re both the strongest women I know,” he said, his voice brimming with emotion. “And you deserve the world.”She gave him a soft, tired chuckle. “I already

Morning sunlight crept gently through the tall windows of Adrain’s office, painting honey-colored rectangles across the floor. The building stood high above the city—its walls of glass allowing a near-panoramic view of rooftops, traffic, and clouds gliding slowly across a sky that promised a calm day. Inside, it was silent, save for the subtle hum of the air system and the quiet rustle of papers being reviewed.Adrain leaned back in his chair, not his usual power pose, but something softer. Reflective. There was no board meeting this morning, no urgent calls lined up—he had deliberately cleared his schedule for this. Today wasn’t about business. It was about honor.On the large walnut desk in front of him sat several open folders—each one containing a name, a face, a story. Every page was evidence of someone who had stood up, stepped forward, and in their own way helped pull him back from the edge when everything had begun to unravel months ago.The crisis had nearly destroyed more th

The city’s rhythm had settled into a steady late-afternoon pulse—the hour when shadows grew long and the skyline turned a softer shade of steel blue. Inside the company’s headquarters, lights glowed warm behind glass, casting streaks of gold across marble floors and sleek metallic accents. Most days, Adrain moved through this space with precise purpose, always calculating the next pivot, the next move.But today was different.He sat alone in his office, not behind his desk, but in one of the visitor chairs, elbows on knees, hands folded. The room was quiet save for the low tick of the minimalist wall clock and the distant hum of elevator doors opening and closing.On the polished table before him were two small, unmarked envelopes. Both had been delivered by hand—no courier, no return address. Inside each was a brief note, unsigned. The handwriting in both was different, but the messages struck with identical humility:"We never needed thanks. We only did what we had to."And yet, Ad

The plane descended slowly through a sky painted in the soft watercolors of dusk—lavender clouds trailing gold across the horizon as the city of Paris unfurled beneath them, aglow like a dream recalled just before waking.From his window seat, Adrain watched as the Eiffel Tower came into view, its iron latticework catching the dying sunlight. The Seine shimmered below like a winding ribbon of light, bridges stretching across it like outstretched arms. For a moment, he said nothing. Neither did Elena. Her hand was in his, warm and steady, their fingers intertwined not out of habit but choice.Aria slept between them, cradled in a soft sling across Elena’s chest, the faintest breath rising and falling against her mother's heart.Adrain leaned closer, his voice a murmur. “It hasn’t changed.”Elena smiled. “Or maybe we haven’t seen it clearly until now.”They landed quietly at Le Bourget—avoiding the crowds of Charles de Gaulle. A discreet private car awaited them, and soon they were glid