Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling for the Ruthless Billionaire Don : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 59

MARINA The sound of the door clicking shut behind me barely registered. I’d just stepped into the hot spray, my eyes still heavy with sleep, my skin cool from the sheets. The kids were downstairs with my mum, the house still quiet, the sky outside only just beginning to lighten.I hadn’t expected him this early.I didn’t even hear the front door.But I felt him.A shift in the air behind me. The unmistakable heat of his body.I turned slowly, blinking away steam.He was there.Alexander.Suit jacket gone. Shirt half unbuttoned. His hair slightly damp from the mist, his jaw shadowed with stubble. He looked like sin and power and something barely contained. Exhausted. Wild-eyed. And so achingly beautiful it hurt.His eyes dragged over my wet, naked body like he hadn’t seen it a hundred times before. Like he might drop to his knees from just looking at me.He stripped in silence, quick, deliberate, and stepped into the shower.The moment the door closed behind him, I was in his arms.

MARINA Sunlight warmed my bare shoulder before I opened my eyes.I shifted slightly under the soft sheets, the scent of Alexander wrapped around me, amber, cedar, and skin. My head was nestled in the crook of his arm, one of his hands still splayed protectively across my lower back, the other tangled in my hair.His breathing was slow. Peaceful. And for once, so was mine.We had fallen asleep like that, bodies tangled, hearts finally quiet.I smiled to myself, eyes still closed.Then I heard it.A gasp. A soft, surprised one.Another tiny voice whispered, much louder than it probably thought it was.“Vinny, is that mummy?”My eyes flew open.At the door stood Vincent and Xavier, both still in their pyjamas, mouths open, eyes wide, clutching onto each other like they’d just seen a ghost. A very naked ghost.“Oh,God,” I whispered, struggling to sit up as the sheets slipped dangerously. “Alex...Alexander...wake up,”He stirred groggily. “What… what is it?”“They’re here.”“Who’s he—?” H

MARINA The hospital was quiet that morning, too quiet for the buzz of emotions tangled inside me. My palms were damp as I sat on the padded bench outside the ultrasound room, trying to control my breathing. Alexander was next to me, his hand wrapped around mine like a grounding wire.He hadn’t let go of me since we left the house.“You okay?” he asked quietly, leaning closer.I nodded, though my stomach was a riot of nerves. “Just… scared.”Alexander turned his hand over and brought mine to his lips. “Whatever it is, we’re in it together. All the way.”The nurse stepped out and called my name.“Marina Torricelli?”I blinked. The name still jarred me. It wasn’t mine. Not legally, not yet. But it was how Alexander had registered me in the hospital system, as if I already belonged to him.My eyes flicked to him as I stood up.“You did that?” I whispered.He looked at me like I was slow for only just noticing. “Of course I did. You’re mine.”Something about the way he said it, not posses

MARINA Pregnancy was nothing like I thought it would be.Some days, I felt like a goddess, glowing skin, hair full and soft, a kind of calm I’d never known settling in my bones. Other days, it was like my body was a battleground. I cried over burnt toast. I fell asleep sitting upright. My back hurt in ways I didn’t think possible, and I swear the baby had chosen my bladder as its personal trampoline.But more than anything, I felt new.Not just because of the tiny life growing inside me, though that was miraculous on its own, but because I was becoming someone else. A mother. A woman loved and wanted so deeply it almost scared me. I used to think love was reckless and selfish. But this? This love, this life Alexander and I were building, it was patient. Intentional.He was there for everything. The nausea, the cravings, and the mood swings made me question if I was losing my mind. He rubbed my feet when they ached, brought me toast at 3 a.m., and learned how to braid my hair when I d