Engaged To The Ruthless Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 96

Eliana’s POV Seven months.Twenty-eight weeks of carrying the Grayson heir.I was officially in the "waddle" phase. My ankles had swollen to the size of tree trunks, my back ached with a dull, persistent throb, and if one more person told me I was "glowing," I was going to commit a felony.I didn't feel glowing. I felt spherical."You look beautiful," Alexander lied smoothly, helping me zip up my dress.It was a white sundress—flowy, comfortable, and one of the few things that didn't make me feel like a sausage in a casing. We were supposed to be going to a "mandatory brunch" with the board of directors. On a Saturday. Which sounded like a circle of hell I didn't want to visit."I look like a marshmallow," I grumbled, turning to face him. "A very expensive, very tired marshmallow.""You look like the mother of my daughter," he corrected, his voice dropping to that low, reverent rumble that always melted my annoyance. He placed his hands on my bump—which was now undeniably prominent—a

Alexander’s POV The heavy, frosted glass doors of the surgical wing slammed shut, the magnetic lock engaging with a loud, definitive click that echoed through the sterile corridor.It was the sound of a vault sealing. The sound of my entire world being locked away from me.I stood there, staring at the opaque glass, my hands curled into fists so tight my knuckles ached with the strain. For the first time in all my years of life, I had absolutely no leverage. I couldn't buy my way through those doors. I couldn't leverage a hostile takeover. I couldn't threaten, bribe, or manipulate the universe into bending to my will.I was Alexander Grayson. I literally owned the skyline of this city. I funded the very wing Eliana was currently bleeding in. But in this exact, agonizing moment, I was nothing but a useless, terrified man stranded on the wrong side of a locked door.It had happened too fast. We hadn’t even made it to the standard delivery suite. We had barely crossed the threshold of t

Eliana’s POV."This isn't a schedule. This is a military occupation strategy."Damien was staring at the thick, leather-bound binder Alexander had just dropped onto the kitchen island. He looked horrified, his sunglasses pushed up into his dark hair, his usually effortless, chaotic charm completely evaporating in the face of toddler logistics."It is a highly optimized routine," Alexander corrected, his voice a low, uncompromising rumble. He was standing on the opposite side of the marble island, adjusting the cuffs of his bespoke black shirt. He looked like a man preparing to execute a hostile takeover, not a father handing over his three-year-old for the weekend. "Section four details her dietary restrictions. Section six covers emergency contacts, ranked by response time. Christian’s private comms channel is highlighted in red.""Alex, it says here that if she asks for a blue cup, but the blue cup is in the dishwasher, I have to initiate a 'distraction protocol' involving a puppet,