All Chapters of Ruthless Temptation: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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First Night Out (Without the Baby)

Emma’s POV I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing myself. Not because I looked bad—but because for the first time in weeks, I didn’t look exhausted. My makeup was flawless, the silky black dress hugged my curves, and I was actually wearing heels again. My hair had been curled, my perfume carefully dabbed at all the right points. But it wasn’t the mascara or lipstick that made my heart pound. It was the guilt. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered, reaching for my earrings. “She’ll be fine. It’s just a few hours.” Still, my fingers trembled as I slid the studs into place. Killian stepped into the room, already dressed in a dark tailored suit that made him look like sin on legs. He adjusted his tie and caught my gaze in the mirror. “You okay?” I nodded, forcing a smile. “Just nerves.” “She’s in g

Last Updated : 2025-07-14

Postpartum Insecurities & Honest Conversations

Emma’s POV I stood in front of the mirror the next morning, towel wrapped tightly around my chest, staring at the woman I was still trying to recognize. Stretch marks stretched faintly along my hips and lower stomach. My breasts were fuller, heavier, more sensitive than they’d ever been. My waist, which had once been trim and defined, was softer now. And there were the dark circles under my eyes—faint, but persistent, even with last night’s sleep. But it wasn’t just my body that felt different. It was me. Emma Scott—the confident, ruthless, untouchable heiress—had been replaced by someone… uncertain. Last night had been amazing. Needed. But in the morning light, a quiet fear settled in my chest. Would Killian still want me when the haze of last night wore off? Was he just going along with things because he felt obligated? Because we had a baby now? The bathroom door cr

Last Updated : 2025-07-15

Rekindling Romance Amidst Diapers & Meetings

Killian’s POV I’d closed billion-dollar deals with less stress than trying to get a baby to nap. My arms were starting to go numb as I gently bounced our six-week-old daughter, Ava, against my chest. Her tiny cheek pressed into my shoulder, warm breath puffing against my skin, her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of my t-shirt like letting go meant she might fall into the abyss of baby nightmares again. Emma was in the living room, giving a pitch via Zoom to the Paris-based luxury brand her team had been courting for the past six months. Her voice came through the baby monitor loud and crisp—confident, articulate, the kind of commanding presence that made boardrooms go silent. And here I was, pacing in footie pajamas, humming a lullaby I barely remembered the lyrics to. But I wouldn’t trade it. This was my new battlefield. This was our new life.

Last Updated : 2025-07-16

First Family Vacation

Emma I wasn’t sure what possessed me to suggest a beach trip with a one-year-old. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the lingering fantasy of sipping cocktails in a bikini while Killian rubbed sunscreen on my back like the old days. Maybe I was just desperate to feel like me again—not just Emma Scott-Thomas the wife, the mother, the executive. Just… Emma. But two hours into the drive with a wailing baby in the backseat and Killian giving me side-eyes every ten minutes like whose idea was this again?—I knew we were in for a ride. “We’re not even out of the city yet,” I muttered, leaning my head back against the seat as Alina screamed bloody murder over her pacifier falling for the third time. Killian reached for it blindly with one hand on the wheel, but I was already unbuckling. “I’ve got it,” I sighed. “Remind me why we thought this was a g

Last Updated : 2025-07-21

Dealing With In-Laws

Emma The Hamptons glow still lingered on my skin. I could still feel Killian’s lips on my collarbone from the night before, the warmth of his arms around me while Alina slept soundly in the portable crib by our bed. That vacation had reminded me what we were fighting for. But peace is always temporary when it comes to my father. I barely had one hand on my morning coffee when my assistant walked in with her usual clipped tone. “Your father’s office scheduled a breakfast meeting with you today. Ten sharp. He insisted.” I groaned, muttering a curse under my breath. “Of course he did.” Killian glanced up from where he was feeding Alina mashed banana. “What does the king want now?” I smirked at the nickname. “Probably to tell me I’m still doing everything wrong.” “Want me to come?” I looked at him—the man who had gone from my rival to my lover to the father of my child

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

Baby’s First Steps

Emma It happened on a Tuesday—quiet, unremarkable, a normal day. Killian had just come home early, juggling a grocery bag and muttering about the lack of decent sourdough in the city, while I was on the floor in leggings and a worn university sweatshirt, trying to get Alina to sit still long enough for her afternoon snack. “Why does she always manage to get banana in her hair?” I muttered as I wiped her cheeks for the fifth time. “She gets it from you,” Killian teased from the kitchen. “Messy when hungry.” I threw a baby spoon at him. He caught it like a reflex and grinned. Alina giggled. And then, without warning, she pushed herself up. I froze. “Killian,” I said quietly. “Come here. Now.” He rounded the counter just in time to see her lift her foot, wobble, and take one step—then two—toward me. My heart caught in my throat.

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

A Second Baby?

Emma It started innocently. Alina was curled up in my lap, half-asleep with her thumb in her mouth and my silk scarf gripped tightly in her hand, her favorite comfort lately. Killian had just finished building her new playhouse in the backyard—complete with a miniature mailbox, flower boxes, and fairy lights. He looked so damn proud, sweat glistening on his brow as he stood there, hands on his hips, like a man who’d conquered the world. “You know,” I murmured, brushing a curl off Alina’s forehead, “you’d make a pretty good stay-at-home dad.” He smirked, grabbing a towel to wipe his face. “That sounds dangerously close to domestic bliss. Should I be worried?” I rolled my eyes, but then—my voice softened. “Sometimes I think she needs a sibling.” Killian froze. It was subtle. A half-second pause. A hitch in his breath. But I saw it.

Last Updated : 2025-07-28

Rekindled Fire

Killian It was her sigh that did it. Not the dramatic kind. Not frustration. It was that soft, aching exhale Emma only made when she was overwhelmed and trying not to be. We were in the kitchen—Alina was finger-painting on the island while Emma tried to juggle a work call on her AirPods and stir the pasta sauce with one hand. I came in just in time to see her blink rapidly, like she was forcing herself not to fall apart over marinara and toddler chaos. So I took the spoon from her hand. Kissed her temple. And said, “We’re leaving.” She blinked up at me. “What?” “Weekend away. Just us. No phones. No work. No toddler. Just you and me and silence.” “And sex?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. I smirked. “Absolutely. Lots of it.” She gave a tired laugh, but I caught the flicker of relief

Last Updated : 2025-07-29

Second Baby Confirmed

Emma The bathroom floor was cold beneath my feet. The early morning sun filtered through the window, casting long golden lines across the tiles. My hands trembled slightly as I held the pregnancy test, heart pounding so loud I thought Killian might hear it from the bedroom. Two minutes. That’s all it took to change a life. I stared at the tiny stick like it was a bomb about to go off. And in a way, it was. We hadn’t planned for this. We hadn’t even discussed trying again. Alina was barely two. We were finally sleeping through the night, balancing life and passion again. And yet… here I was, holding my breath, half-terrified and half… hopeful? I glanced at the mirror and barely recognized myself in the reflection. A part of me still felt like the reckless girl who used to torment Killian in lecture halls. And now? I was a mother, a wife, a CEO—and maybe pregnant again.

Last Updated : 2025-07-30

Preparing Alina

Emma’s POV Telling your child that everything is about to change isn’t something you can rehearse for. Especially not when your daughter has your temper and her father’s intensity. Alina was sitting on the floor of her pastel playroom, legs crossed, a tiara on her messy curls as she organized her stuffed animals like she was their CEO. She didn’t even look up when I walked in. She had Killian’s focus too. “Alina, baby,” I began, voice soft as I knelt beside her. “Can Mommy talk to you about something really important?” “Is it about Daddy eating my chocolates again?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “Because I told him that bear was watching.” I stifled a smile. “It’s not about the chocolate. It’s something… bigger.” That caught her attention. She looked up, big hazel eyes blinking at me, already analyzing my tone. God, she was so young but already so much like the both o

Last Updated : 2025-08-04

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