All Chapters of THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Peace seemed to reign throughout the next five months, and Lucien found himself settling into a routine that felt almost too good to be true. The mansion was calm, the guards were alert but not overbearing, and Zayn was around more often than before. Lucien loved the quietness. He loved waking up without fear of being snatched away. He loved the little moments—eating ice cream in the sunlit garden, dozing off while Zayn worked late in the study, humming to himself as he rested his hands on his growing belly. But even in his moments of joy, skepticism lingered. Sometimes, late at night, when Zayn had already fallen asleep beside him, Lucien would stare at the ceiling and wonder if those two men—the ones with sharp eyes and mocking smiles—would ever come back. Later, he learned their names. Mikhail and Damien. And later still, he learned they were dead. Brutally so. When the news reached him, he didn’t know what to think. A part of him felt relieved, another part unsettled. He aske

Zayn sat in front of Dr. Daniel, his expression hard, his body stiff as if bracing for the worst. The office smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the silence between them. Dr. Daniel, however, wore a calm smile, the kind of smile that tried to put anxious families at ease. “So?” Zayn asked finally, his voice low and steady, though deep inside his chest his heart was pounding. He masked his anxiousness well, but his fingers betrayed him, tapping restlessly on his thigh. “We have found a solution on how to bring out the baby,” Dr. Daniel said slowly. Zayn straightened in his seat, his dark eyes narrowing. “What is the solution?” The doctor folded his hands on the desk. “We are going to perform a C-section on him.” The word hung heavily in the air. Zayn’s jaw clenched as he tried to process it. Dr. Daniel paused, letting the words sink in, before continuing in a careful tone. “It’s going to be risky, but there is no other solution. A

Lucien shifted uncomfortably on the bed, his hand pressing against his belly. He frowned and took in a sharp breath. “Lucien?” Zayn’s deep voice came immediately as he looked up from his tablet. “What is it?” Lucien shook his head stubbornly. “It’s nothing. Just… maybe the baby kicked too hard.” But Zayn didn’t miss the way Lucien’s face tightened again, his lips pressing together as if to stop a cry. Zayn was already on his feet. “That’s not just a kick,” he said, his tone rising with worry. “Where does it hurt?” Lucien tried to wave him off, but another wave of pain tore through him and he clutched his stomach, groaning. His eyes watered. “Zayn… it hurts. I don’t… I don’t know what’s happening.” Zayn’s heart dropped. He crouched in front of him, holding his hands tightly. “Baby, look at me. Stay with me, alright? You’re going to be fine. I’ll get you to the hospital right now.” Lucien shook his head weakly. “I’m scared, Zayn… is it too early? What if something happens?” “N

The day had finally arrived. The mansion was buzzing with excitement, the laughter and chatter of guests filling every corner. Lucien stood behind the curtains of the grand hall, adjusting his dress nervously. His hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the mix of happiness and anticipation. Today, he would walk down the aisle and promise his life to Zayn, the man who had given him safety, love, and a family. “Papa,” a soft voice called, and he turned to see Zaylien tugging gently at his sleeve. “Am I really the flower boy today?” The little boy’s eyes shone, his tiny hands clutching the petals he was supposed to scatter. “Yes, Zaylien,” Lucien said, kneeling to ruffle his son’s hair. “You have a very important job. You have to make sure Papa and Dad sees how handsome you are and how brave you are.” Zaylien giggled. “I’ll do my best, Papa!” Lucien took a deep breath, smoothing the front of his dress. He could hear the music starting, soft and steady. Guests were takin

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