All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

CHAPTER 121: ||Wesley’s POV||The morning felt ordinary. Too ordinary.In a way, life has been very perfect for the few days that it started to bother me. It seemed like the calm before the storm.I walked down to the kitchen, still tucking in my shirt, the smell of coffee and toasted bread filling the air.Natalia was already at the dining table with my father-in-law, her hair loose over her shoulders, her fingers absentmindedly brushing her baby bump as she sipped her tea. "Good morning, father in law." I buttoned my sleeves as I walked past him. "Good morning, Wesley. Seems like you will be busy today," he replied, sipping his tea. "Tell me about it," I sighed. I stopped for a second just to look at her. She looked very hot, even when pregnant. I couldn't take my eyes off her and it never got old.Every morning, I stared at her like it was the most valuable thing I had. I asked myself, how someone perfect could fall into my hands. Maybe the heavens finally listened to me. “You

Chapter 123: || Wesley’s POV||I heard her scream.It wasn’t just a sound. It was a visceral, soul-ripping sound that split through the corridors of the house and straight into the hollow part of my chest. "Natalia!" I yelled at the top of my voice. My heart stopped. Then it slammed against my ribs with so much force I could barely think.I was already running before I even understood what I was doing. “Upstairs! Now!” I shouted at the guards already rushing in from the exterior patrol. “She’s in her room— GO!”My footsteps thundered up the stairs. I barely registered the blur of agents and panicked yells behind me.I reached her door and slammed against it, but it didn’t budge. Locked. Bolted.And worse—it was sealed by our own security lockdown system. The kind we had installed to keep intruders out. But now, it was keeping me from her. I slammed the code several times but it didn't work.“No,” I breathed out in disbelief, slamming the door again. “Open it! Get it open!” I kicke

Chapter 125: ||Wesley’s POV ||The hallway outside the emergency room felt like a prison, but in reverse. I was trapped outside and I couldn't get in. I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t breathe. I just kept pacing, back and forth, my boots scuffing the polished tiles like they could somehow scratch through time itself and get me to the end of this nightmare faster. The wait was maddening, the stress of everything made my headtrob, but I was too much in distress to pay attention to it. Her screams echoed from behind the double doors.Ragged, in distress and painfully. Each one tore through me like a properly sharpened blade, carving into places inside me I didn’t even know existed. The kind of places where fear burrowed and bloomed. The kind of places where men lost themselves. “Natalia…” I whispered under my breath, I held back a wail and I looked at the door, gripping the back of my neck as I tried to hold myself together. But my hands were shaking. My legs felt like they would g

Chapter 127: || Epilogue — Wesley’s POV|| Three months. That’s how long it had been since I almost lost the two hearts that had become the rhythm of mine. Three months since I stood outside an operating room, begging God—or anything that would listen—not to take her from me. Three months since the sound of a newborn’s cry split through the silence and cracked something open inside my chest. A cry that reminded me that life, no matter how fragile or terrifying, was still a miracle. And now… here we were. I held him close to my chest as I walked slowly through the hallway, the soles of my feet brushing against the warm polished wood of our home. Our home, the word that was almost going to haunt me a few months ago, was now said with joy. The baby stirred a little in my arms, letting out a soft, sleepy grunt as he nuzzled closer to the warmth of my shirt. His breath was slow and steady, and his tiny fingers curled into the fabric like he never wanted to let go. “I know,” I whispe