Semua Bab Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Bab 341 - Bab 350

The reflection in the mirror showed a woman who looked ready for one of the most important social events of the year. However, inside, my stomach was twisted into knots. The emerald-green dress I'd chosen fit me perfectly, Valentian silk hugging every curve with effortless elegance, yet I kept smoothing imaginary wrinkles and adjusting the fabric with nervous hands. It was the night of Kensington's major charity gala, hosted in partnership with a prestigious environmental NGO. The irony wasn't lost on me as we were celebrating sustainability and environmental responsibility while Alexandra was trying to destroy us with false accusations about pesticide contamination. Hundreds of influential guests would be there: powerful shareholders, international press, local authorities, even a few high-ranking politicians. The pressure was enormous. I touched the diamond earrings Nate had given me, forcing myself to take a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves doing somersaults in my chest. Z

Alexandra's arrest sent a shockwave through the ballroom. Guests clustered into small groups to dissect the drama that had just unfolded before their eyes. But the truth was, after the initial shock, Nate and I didn't want to think about Alexandra or her schemes ever again. She'd already stolen far too much energy from our lives. Instead, we chose to turn the rest of the night into a true celebration. We danced until our feet ached. We laughed, toasted, and let ourselves have fun in a way we hadn't in months. The sense of freedom was almost tangible, like a massive weight had finally been lifted off our shoulders, letting us breathe without constantly waiting for the next attack. Our family and friends joined in naturally. Zoey and Christian looked years younger, laughing and dancing like lovestruck teenagers. Matthew became the life of the party, telling outrageous stories the way only he could. Oliver and Sarah, who had come all the way from Bath for the event, were glowing, so

After everything that had happened over the past few weeks, the day we'd been waiting for for months had finally arrived: embryo transfer day. It was strange how life could weave moments of absolute terror together with hope that felt so pure and bright. The fertility clinic had never felt as welcoming as it did that Tuesday morning. Nate sat beside me in the waiting room, his hand wrapped around mine with that steady, reassuring pressure that always calmed me, while I tried to rein in the nerves doing full-on gymnastics in my stomach. "How are you feeling?" he asked for the tenth time in half an hour, his green eyes full of tender concern. "Nervous, anxious, excited, terrified," I answered honestly. "Basically every possible feeling all at once." When Dr. Whitmore called us into the procedure room, my heart started racing even faster. The space was calm and professional, but there was something special in the air, as if everyone knew they were about to take part in something p

I don't know how long I lay there on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to process all the possibilities spinning through my head. It could be pregnancy. It could be anxiety. It could be the treatment hormones wreaking havoc on my system. It could be everything, or nothing at all. The beep of the hotel key card snapped me out of my thoughts. Zoey burst in like a hurricane, carrying a pharmacy bag and wearing that conspiratorial smile I knew all too well. "Mission accomplished!" she announced. "You went out like that? In pajamas?" "Oh…" She looked down at herself, like she was only just noticing. "That explains the weird looks," she said, dumping the contents of the bag onto the bed. Three different pregnancy test boxes landed on the comforter. I stared at them, then at Zoey, who had an expression that was equal parts amused and nostalgic. "Three tests, Zoey? Seriously?" "Of course," she said, lining the boxes up in a perfectly straight row. "How could I not?

One of the guest rooms at the Kensington mansion had been transformed into a full-on command center for the final preparations. Extra mirrors had been brought in and strategically placed, white flowers filled every available corner, and a soft lavender scent lingered in the air. I was already dressed, the satin of my gown catching the golden afternoon light streaming through the windows. The train spilled gracefully around me, and Ginger lay right at my side, her head resting delicately on part of the fabric. She seemed to understand the gravity of the moment, her golden eyes fixed on me with the kind of unconditional devotion only dogs can give. "She hasn't left your side since we got here," my mother said, carefully making the final adjustments to my veil. "It's like she knows today is special." "She knows," Zoey said, kneeling beside me as she fixed the hem of my dress. "Ginger's always been intuitive. Haven't you, sweetheart?" I gently stroked my golden retriever's soft hea