Semua Bab One Night, One Baby, One Billionaire Mess: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Damian's Point of View Time slowed. Rachel's words exploded in my ears, like a bomb in a quiet sanctuary. "Meet your real son." The young boy by her side clutched her hand, his huge green eyes peering up at me. He looked like Liam. Too much like him. The same expressive eyes. The same unruly hair that never seemed to stay down. The same vulnerability was emblazoned across his face, like a delicate, living canvas. Ava stood behind me, stiff from shock. I could hear her breathing—short and shallow. Her hand stretched for my shoulder to maintain equilibrium. "That's not possible," she said quietly.Rachel’s lips curled into a smirk, the same one I remembered from our twisted youth. “Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed. “You, of all people, should know that nothing is impossible when you’re born a Cross.” I couldn’t look away from the boy. From Landon. I forced my voice to work. “Who is he?” Rachel crouched beside him and stroked his curls. “His name is Landon. Landon Cross. He is your

Ava's perspective. My lungs tightened as I dashed down the corridor into the nursery. Liam's monitor hummed with static, and Landon's scream still echoed in my ears. I pushed the door open so hard that it crashed against the wall. Empty. Crib remains undisturbed. Stuffed animals are perfectly organized. Not a single hair is out of place. But Landon was gone. I surveyed the room—closet? Empty. Under the bed? Clear. Bathroom? Nothing. "LANDON!" I yelled, my chest squeezing with a mother's panic that overwhelmed all logic. My fingers rushed across my phone's screen. Call Damian."Pick up." Pick up. Damian—" "Ava?" His voice was breathless and harsh. "He's gone!" I cried. "Landon! "I swear he was in his crib, and now—" "I am on my way. Lock the doors. You should not trust anyone. I'll phone Marcus and warn the guards—" The call was dropped. There is no more sound. My reflection in the nursery mirror trembled, hollow-eyed and with ragged breath.

Damian's POV I didn't think; I just moved. Swept Liam into my arms and rolled us to the floor behind the sofa, heart pounding like a war drum. The broken glass crunched under heavy boots. Whoever was inside was not there to steal. They came for something different. "Ava!" My voice was drowned out by the silence. Then—bang—a lamp fell to the floor. Ava appeared at the hallway door, pallid, her eyes wide with rage and terror. She held Liam's iPad like it was a weapon. And behind her. A woman. Tall, elegant, blonde.And for a split second, I believed it was Rachel. But it wasn't. It was someone far worse. Ava Point of Views I could not breathe. The woman standing in the doorway was actually a mirror. Not only similar. Identical. She looked at me with the same brown eyes I saw in the mirror every day, but hers were colder. Sharper. "Who are you?" I whispered. She smiled. "Don't you recognize your other half, Ava?" My world shifted. "Adrian

Ava's perspective The stillness in the room was louder than any cry. Two babies. One cradle. One memory. My hands trembled. "Say it again," I whispered. "You left me," the child repeated. His voice, ancient and resonant with agony, jarred something loose within me. I caught glimpses of terror. Blood on the hospital bed. Caleb's name was whispered once. Not Liam. Caleb. Damian Point of ViewThe air in the room felt dense, like if you were trying to breathe underwater. Ava stood frozen in place, her gaze fixed on the child that wasn't ours—or was supposed to be. The other baby, Liam, slept soundly in Rachel's arms on the threshold. What about the baby in the crib? He was awake. And he knew things. Things he shouldn't know. "You made a deal," the boy said softly, turning to face me. I froze. "What deal?" He tilted his head. "Forget her." "To forget me." Rachel Point of View The silence between Ava and Damian felt unsettling. "You need to take a step

Damien's Point of View For the first time in days, I fell asleep. Not the shallow, restless snoozing that troubled me after the tabloids exploded, but actual slumber. Deep. Bone-heavy.Ava cuddled up with me, her breathing calm across my chest, our boy safe in the nursery downstairs. That should have been enough. It should have felt like victory. But serenity, I was discovering, was an illusion. And dawn would always break it apart. The banging on the door began just after daybreak. I sprang awake suddenly, muscles strained, grabbing for the bat I kept beside the bed a habit I no longer considered. Ava stirred and looked up at me. "What is it?" "Stay here," I answered sternly, already changing into jeans and a shirt. The knocking became louder. Urgent. Relentless. My intuition sounded a warning. Something wasn't right. I rushed down the corridor, my pulse pounding, and wrenched the door open.Sophia was standing there with wild hair and a pale face, cl