บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Untouched Flower : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 29

Ana woke up slowly, her eyes fluttering open to the faint morning light slipping through the large window. She stretched her body gently, but something felt different, her body was heavier. Her hand instinctively moved down to her belly.It was rounder now.She pushed the blanket away and sat up. Her oversized nightgown clung to her body awkwardly now, no longer hanging the way it used to. Her breasts felt sore, and her growing bump had pushed the fabric forward.Ana shuffled to the tall mirror in the corner of the room. Her bare feet brushed against the soft carpet as she walked. She stood before the mirror in silence.Her hair was tangled, her eyes still puffy from restless sleep. She raised both hands and gently cradled her belly, her fingers trembling a little.“My baby…” she whispered to the reflection, her voice shaking.“Ana’s baby.”The tears she’d been holding back all night finally began to pool in her eyes.She tried to smile, but it cracked halfway. “I don’t even know how

The club was loud and wild. The lights flashed in red and blue across the dark room, bouncing off the shiny surfaces and glass tables. The scent of alcohol and heavy perfume filled the air. Music blasted through the speakers, making the walls vibrate slightly. Dancers moved on stage, spinning around poles, their bodies glowing under the lights.Miles walked in behind Tiana, his nose slightly curled as he looked around. He had already removed his suit jacket and was now in just a dark shirt, the top buttons open. Even with the VIP sign on the section, he wasn’t impressed.“Why did you bring me to this cheap place, Tiana?” Miles asked, raising his voice so she could hear over the music.Tiana, already holding a glass of strong liquor, turned to face him. Her black dress hugged her body perfectly, and her lipstick was blood red. She smirked and took a slow sip before responding.“Cheap?” she repeated, raising her eyebrows. “Are you serious right now?”Miles looked around again. Strippers

“I said I’m only here to see my friend, silly!” Mia shouted, folding her arms and raising one brow at the uniformed security man standing tall in front of the Norks Mansion gate.The man, older and serious-looking, held his ground politely. “Ma’am, I understand, but this is private property. You can’t just walk in. Please call the person who invited you.”Mia rolled her eyes dramatically. “You think I climbed all the way here just for sightseeing? I said I know someone in this house. Just let me in!”“I’m only following instructions, ma’am. Without a proper call or name confirmation, I can’t let anyone through,” the security man replied calmly, but there was a trace of nervousness in his voice. Mia was loud, and people were beginning to look.From the third-floor window of the mansion, Ana peeked through the curtain. She had heard the loud voice from upstairs and instantly recognized it, it was Mia. Her heart jumped.“Oh no…” Ana whispered, stepping away from the window. She grabbed t

The room had been quiet since Mia stormed out, leaving Fred and Ana alone. The silence wasn’t awkward, it was thick with unspoken emotions, almost like the air itself was holding its breath.Fred’s hands were still wrapped firmly around her waist, keeping her close like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go. Her belly button pressed lightly against him, and his warm palms cupped her face. He kept kissing her cheek again and again, almost in a rush, like each kiss was a promise… or a way to reassure her that this moment was real.Ana’s eyes slowly closed as she leaned into him. Who would have thought, who would have thought that a man like Fred could be so soft and vulnerable. She inhaled deeply, letting his scent fill her lungs, a mixture of soap, his cologne, and something uniquely him. Her lips curved into a small, content smile.This… this can’t be real, she thought. She was in the arms of the man she had dreamed about for so long. The man she thought she had lost an

Fred’s office was quiet that afternoon. The only sound was the clock ticking on the wall. “This better not be what I think it is.” Fred said, like he was talking to himself. His face was buried into the paper he held. His eyes repeatedly moving from side to side as he read slowly. Fred sat behind his large desk, papers neatly scattered in front of him. His laptop screen glowed, but his eyes weren’t on it.He had been uneasy for weeks. Deals were being closed, deals that he didn’t remember signing. Clients were acting strange, smiling at him like he had promised them things he never heard of. At first, he thought it was a mistake, or maybe his secretary misplaced documents. But then he found a contract on his desk with his signature on it.His signature? Except it wasn’t his.The writing looked like his, but he knew his own hand, he couldn’t remember writing those. And it only ment one thing, someone had copied it.His stomach turned. His face lifted up like he had remembered some