บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's One-Night Baby: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

CelesteThe boardroom still smelled faintly of old paper and steel resolve. Theodore had left for the lounge after breakfast, muttering about reviewing contracts, while Sebastian and Nicolas stayed behind, bent over files that felt heavier with every passing hour.The revelation about the finances hadn’t left us; it hung in the air like smoke. Money trails, siphoned accounts, sabotage. The web was too wide, too deep—and the name at the center of it was one no one dared speak aloud just yet.Sebastian’s jaw was tight as he scanned another report, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up, the weight of leadership and family pressing on every line of him. Nicolas leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out, pretending at ease but his fingers drummed a restless beat on the armrest.“This has to be brought to the board,” Nicolas finally said. “Sooner rather than later. If the theft isn’t enough, the sabotage will be. But we’ll need proof stacked to the ceiling. The directors won’t take whi

CelesteThe entire building felt different after Violet was gone.It wasn’t quiet—there was still the faint hum of chatter outside the glass walls, the hurried footsteps of staff trying to process what had just happened—but the air no longer felt poisoned. It was like someone had lifted a curtain of smoke that had been suffocating everyone for months.Still, the weight of what happened pressed on all of us.Back in Sebastian’s office, the lights were dimmer than usual. The late afternoon sun spilled through the tall windows, casting long golden streaks across the marble floor. Nicolas and Tristan sat opposite Sebastian, papers scattered between them—reports, statements, and digital files from the investigation team that had just left.Sebastian was silent for most of it, his expression unreadable as he leaned back in his chair, fingers laced together. But his eyes—sharp, focused—never strayed far from the discussion.Tristan broke the silence first. “She’s in police custody now. Fraud

CelesteThe next morning came softly, like the world had decided to move slower after the chaos of yesterday.For the first time in weeks, I woke up not in my small apartment, but in the quiet warmth of Sebastian’s penthouse. The faint scent of coffee drifted through the air, and beside me, sunlight filtered through the glass windows, painting everything in gold.Amara’s laughter echoed from the kitchen, bright and careless — a sound that made my heart ache in the best way.“Daddy, look!” she giggled. “You made a funny face on my pancake!”I smiled before even seeing it. Of course, he did.When I stepped out of the bedroom, the sight waiting for me made my chest tighten. Sebastian was still in his white shirt from earlier, sleeves rolled up, leaning over the counter as Amara sat on a high stool, waving her fork like a wand. His hair was slightly tousled — not CEO-perfect, but real, soft.For a fleeting second, I almost forgot everything that had happened — the danger, the betrayal, th

Celeste Theodore’s words hung in the air, heavy and impossible to outrun. Sebastian is Amara’s father. It was the truth I’d lived with for six years, buried beneath layers of silence and fear — and now it was out, standing between us like a wound. I swallowed hard, my voice barely steady. “You had no right to do that.” “No,” Theodore agreed quietly, “but I had every reason.” He moved closer, his tone calm, his presence steady in a way that made my own composure feel fragile. “From the first time I met your daughter, I couldn’t shake it. The way she smiled, the way she spoke — it reminded me of someone I’d long thought I’d lost. She even has Sebastian’s eyes. When she looked at me, Celeste, it was like seeing him as a child again… only softer. Kinder.” My chest ached. “So you tested her?” “I didn’t want to believe I was right,” he admitted. “But something in me needed to know. And now that I do, I’m not angry, Celeste. I’m—” His voice caught slightly, and for a man like Theodore

SebastianDarkness.It’s all I can see.It stretches endlessly, swallowing everything — sound, color, memory. But beneath it, somewhere deep, there’s a faint echo. A heartbeat. Slow. Unsteady. Mine.Then—A flash.Laughter.Soft, breathless.Her voice.“Sebastian…”It’s distant, like a whisper under water. I reach for it, but it slips through the dark. My body feels heavy, pinned down by invisible hands. I try to move, but the world around me doesn’t exist yet. Only fragments.The smell of rain.A woman in a white dress at the bar.A single tear glistening on her cheek.Then another flash — headlights, screeching tires, a shout. My chest tightens as pain rips through my ribs. The memory burns bright for a second before fading again into nothing.I don’t know how long I’ve been here — drifting between the past and the present, between life and something else. But then I hear her again.Softer this time. Closer.“Please… wake up.”Her voice trembles, and that sound… it cuts through the