All Chapters of Billionaire’s Hidden Heir: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The days that followed felt suspended in a kind of golden glow. Ever since Ava’s surprise announcement under the trees, Dominic had moved through his world as if his feet never quite touched the ground. Every glance at Ava was softer, every kiss deeper. Even their mornings had taken on new meaning—as if the sunlight that streamed into their bedroom windows was brighter, the coffee richer, the small noises of their household sweeter. And Liam—dear Liam was nearly vibrating with excitement. “I’m going to be a big brother!” he announced to every visitor who crossed their threshold. The housekeeper. Dominic’s secretary on the phone. Even the gardener had to stop and admire Liam’s careful little drawings of himself holding hands with a tiny sibling. The way he spoke about his future brother or sister was full of a kind of innocent pride that melted Ava’s heart every time. That morning, Liam sat at the kitchen table surrounded by crayons and markers, carefully coloring a picture of their

The days began to melt into one another in a beautiful rhythm. There was something so peaceful about this chapter of their life — so different from the turbulence they had weathered before. Ava often found herself marveling at the subtle, domestic joys that filled her heart as she stood in their kitchen preparing meals, helped Liam with his homework, or felt Dominic’s hands slide warmly around her waist when she least expected it. And yet, beneath that quiet surface, a sense of anticipation hummed through her like a gentle current. They were waiting — not only for the arrival of their new baby — but for what would come next in their ever-unfolding story. That morning, Dominic had left early for a meeting, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips before heading out. “Take it easy today,” he’d murmured into her hair. “I’ll be back before dinner.” Ava promised she would, though she already had plans. --- After seeing Liam off to school, she wandered into the nursery they’d been workin

The days melted one into the next as Ava’s due date inched closer, and the house buzzed with an unspoken sense of anticipation. Every morning, she woke feeling more connected to the life stirring inside her. Every night, she fell asleep wrapped in Dominic’s embrace, his hands protectively cradling her belly as if he could already feel their baby’s tiny heartbeat. There was a peaceful rhythm to this new chapter — one they had fought so hard to reach. That morning, Ava stood in the nursery they had so carefully prepared together. The walls glowed with the soft light filtering in through the windows, a gentle yellow they’d chosen because it felt warm and hopeful. A white crib stood in one corner, already dressed with blankets and tiny stuffed animals. A rocking chair rocked gently in the breeze from the open window, as if inviting her to sit and dream of the days to come. She let her hands trail over the edge of the crib and whispered, “We’re so ready for you, little one.” Behind her

The days that followed felt like they existed outside of time — a tender, dreamlike bubble where everything was new, yet somehow familiar. Ava moved slowly around the house, careful not to disturb baby Emilia as she slept soundly in her cradle, arms tucked close to her chest, lips making the occasional sleepy pout. Every breath that left her tiny nose felt like a miracle. And Dominic was right there with her, every step of the way. That morning, sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the nursery as Dominic adjusted the blankets and tucked Emilia in a little tighter. “She looks like you,” he whispered, brushing his fingertips lightly across their daughter’s dark hair. Ava smiled, leaning into him as they stood together at the cradle. “And she already has you wrapped around her little finger,” she teased softly. He chuckled, hands slipping around her waist. “That part’s true,” he agreed. “Both of you do.” --- The house was full again — Liam had

It had been three days since Delilah arrived, and the Sinclair home had begun adjusting to her presence in small but telling ways. Her things were no longer in a soggy satchel but neatly folded in the guest bedroom. She joined meals, helped with household chores, and took Emilia for walks around the garden to give Ava time to rest. But even with her gentle demeanor and obvious gratitude, the tension lingered beneath the surface.Ava noticed it first in Dominic. The way his jaw tightened when Delilah entered a room unexpectedly, the guarded tone he took when she asked questions about their father or their family business. He wanted to believe in her, Ava knew, but belief didn’t come easy to someone who had been betrayed so deeply before.That morning, Ava found him alone in the home office, staring blankly at the fireplace, a mug of untouched coffee cooling on the desk."She said she studied architecture in Paris," he muttered as Ava entered. "That she graduated with honors. But there’