Semua Bab Being Mr CEO's Bride: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Kaelia's POVThe candlelight flickered softly between us, casting dancing shadows across Freddy's face as he refilled my wine glass. The food had been absolutely divine, but what made the evening truly magical was simply being here with him, away from everything else."What are you thinking about?" Freddy asked, his eyes searching my face.I smiled, taking a sip of wine. "Just how perfect this is. How perfect you are for doing all of this.""You deserve perfect," he said simply, reaching across the table to take my hand. His thumb traced circles on my palm, sending little shivers up my arm. "You deserve everything good in this world, Kaelia. I want to give you all of it."My cheeks warmed at his words. Even after everything we'd been through, he still had the ability to make me feel like a schoolgirl with her first crush."You already give me so much," I said softly. "More than I ever thought I'd have.""That's not enough," he insisted. "I want to give you the world. I want to give y

Chapter 173Kaelia's POV“I've known for long,”Tears pricked my eyes. "Freddy...""I know I haven't always made things easy," he continued. "I know there have been obstacles and complications. But through all of it, the one constant has been how I feel about you. That's never wavered. That's never going to waver.""I feel the same way," I whispered. "You're it for me. It's the only one I want. It's the only one I'll ever want."He tilted my face up and kissed me, deep and passionate, conveying everything words couldn't express. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard."So three kids," he said with a smile. "Any other specifications I should know about?"I laughed, grateful for the lighter turn. "Well, I'd like to space them out a bit. Maybe two or three years between each one? That way, we can give each baby the attention they need, and the older ones can help with the younger ones.""Practical and sweet," Freddy approved. "What about names? Have you thought about t

Kaelia's POVI couldn't sleep.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, watching shadows shift across the plaster as clouds passed over the moon outside. Beside me, Freddy's breathing was deep and even, but I knew he wasn't really asleep either. There was a tension in his body that told me he was just as awake as I was, just pretending.We hadn't spoken much after coming back from the garden. We'd gotten ready for bed in silence, moved around each other like strangers, and now we lay here with what felt like miles between us even though we were in the same bed.My mind kept circling back to Birdie. To the thought of losing him. To this uncle who'd suddenly appeared out of nowhere.What if he were real? What if he really was Birdie's family?Then Birdie would leave. He'd go live with this stranger, and I'd never see him again. Never hear his quiet voice or see his shy smile. Never be there when he has nightmares or needs comfort.The thought made my chest physically ache.I turned on my s

Freddy's POVThe commissioner's office was exactly as I remembered it from yesterday. But today the atmosphere felt different, heavier with the weight of what we were about to reveal.Commissioner Ricci sat behind his desk, his fingers heldtogether as he looked at us with polite curiosity. He was a man in his late fifties with graying hair and sharp eyes that had probably seen every kind of lie and deception in his years on the force."Mr Montgomery, Miss Kaelia," he greeted us with a slight nod. "You said on the phone you had critical evidence. I must admit I'm curious what could be so urgent that it couldn't wait until our scheduled meeting.”I placed the photograph and the note on his desk, sliding them toward him."We have reason to believe that Marco Rossi is not who he claims to be," I said directly. "That he's an imposter with potentially dangerous intentions toward the boy."The commissioner picked up the photograph, studying it with a frown. Then he read the note, his expres

Kaelia's POVThe interrogation room was small and uncomfortable, with harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look cold and clinical. Marco sat across from the commissioner, his hands folded on the table, his expression carefully neutral.Freddy and I sat off to the side, observers in this drama that could determine Birdie's future."Mr Rossi," the commissioner began, opening a folder. "Thank you again for coming. I just need to clarify a few details about your relationship with your sister.""Of course," Marco said smoothly. "Whatever I can do to help.""You said your sister's name was Elena Rossi before she married, correct?""Yes, that's right.""And you were very close growing up?""Very close," Marco confirmed. "She was my baby sister. I always looked out for her."The commissioner nodded, making notes. "Can you tell me about your parents? When did they pass away?""When Elena was sixteen and I was twenty-one," Marco said without hesitation. "Car accident. It was just the