Contract Marriage with the Disabled Billionaire 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 117

Isadora povThe moonlight spilled across the patio in soft ribbons.It was nearly midnight. The house had fallen into a hush, with only the faint creaks of wood and the distant hum of the baby monitor reminding me that life pulsed quietly inside.Darren stood near the edge of the garden, arms folded, his silhouette cut sharp against the glow. He hadn’t noticed me yet. He was barefoot, his dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, the top buttons undone. I knew that posture — shoulders tight, gaze fixed somewhere far beyond what he could see.Grief used to live there. And fear.But tonight, something different filled the silence around him.I stepped out, my own robe drawn loosely around me, the wind lifting my hair gently.“You always disappear into the night like this?” I teased quietly.He turned, eyes catching mine instantly. “Only when the world is too loud.”“Is it loud tonight?”“No,” he said. “That’s the strange part. It’s finally quiet.”He waited until I reached him, then took my h

Darren POVI used to think strength meant control.Control over my business, my image, my body. Over outcomes. Over people. I believed if I planned carefully enough—if I anticipated every angle—I could hold the chaos of life at bay. I could master it. But nothing teaches you the illusion of control faster than holding a newborn in your arms.Especially when that newborn is yours.I sat in the rocking chair by the nursery window, Elias bundled against my chest. His tiny hand rested near my collarbone, his head tucked under my chin. He’d fallen asleep an hour ago, but I hadn’t moved. Couldn’t.I didn’t want to miss this. Not one second.Outside, the sun filtered through pale clouds, casting a soft haze over the hills. The scent of lavender drifted in from the diffuser by the crib. Everything was quiet except for the slow rhythm of his breathing, the occasional flutter of movement in his dreams.I stared at him, tracing every feature. The slope of his nose. The curve of his cheek. The fu

Isadora’s povThe knock came late. Darren was in the nursery, rocking Elias after a fussy stretch, and I was arranging flowers on the dining table when I heard it—three steady raps, not urgent but not casual either.I wiped my hands on a towel and moved toward the front door, a familiar unease curling in my chest. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Logan had already visited earlier that week, and Alex would never show up without texting.I opened the door—and froze.There he was.My father.Not the cold, austere figure I remembered towering over boardroom tables or slamming doors during his rages. He looked… older. Smaller. Like a man who had come carrying more than one apology.“Hi, Isadora.”His voice was rough. Not cruel. Just tired.I didn’t say anything at first. My hands clenched the edge of the door.“I know I’m the last person you want to see,” he said, clearing his throat. “But I heard about the baby. And I—I just wanted to come say congratulations.”I studied him. His suit was wrink

Darren’s POVThe sun was still climbing the sky when I wheeled myself into the garden, the early light dappled through the canopy of flowering trees. The air was warm, touched with the faintest scent of vanilla and honeysuckle. Beneath the shade, soft instrumental music flowed from hidden speakers, and string lights glittered faintly above us like stars suspended in daylight.This—this quiet sanctuary—was the world we had fought to build.Alex had arrived early with the cake and a small box of favors Isadora had insisted on packing herself. Emma was already hovering near the bassinet, cooing over Elias as if she’d waited her whole life to meet him. Logan stood in a tailored navy blazer beside the lemonade table, exchanging quiet pleasantries with Marcus.But all I could focus on was her.Isadora stood across the lawn, her body turned slightly toward the sun, her cream-colored dress flowing gently with the breeze. She had Elias wrapped securely against her chest in a soft blue sling, h