All Chapters of The Billionaire's One-Night Baby: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CelesteFor a heartbeat, no one spoke. The words hung in the air like fragile glass — beautiful, dangerous, waiting to break.Sebastian’s gaze met mine, and though he said nothing, his eyes told me everything. Are you sure? they seemed to ask. I didn’t know if I was. But when I looked at Amara, sitting so small and wide-eyed beside his bed, I realized that there were no perfect moments for truth. Only the ones that mattered.And this one mattered more than anything.I knelt down in front of her, brushing a curl away from her forehead. “That’s right.” My voice trembled, but I kept my smile gentle. “He was far away for a long time, but not anymore.”Amara blinked, confused. “Not anymore?”Sebastian’s voice came next — quiet and rough, but full of warmth. “She means me, sunshine.”Her little mouth fell open. “You’re… my daddy?”“Yes,” he whispered. His hand trembled slightly as he reached toward her. “I’m your Daddy.”Silence. A single, fragile heartbeat.Then Amara gasped, the sound ca

CelesteThe docks were quiet when I arrived.The kind of quiet that didn’t feel peaceful — just hollow. The kind that made every sound echo too loud. Tires crunching over gravel, the low hum of engines idling somewhere in the dark, the faint slap of water against the pier.A few patrol cars were parked along the stretch, their red and blue lights washing over the fog like slow-moving ghosts.Nicholas’s car was easy to spot — sleek black, tinted, the kind that didn’t belong anywhere near rusted shipping containers and salt-stained wood. He stood near the barrier tape, coat collar turned up, speaking with one of the investigators. Theodore was beside him, gloved hands folded neatly behind his back, his calm at odds with the scene around us.Nicholas noticed me as soon as I stepped out of the car. His expression was grim, eyes shadowed by fatigue and something heavier — pity, maybe.“Celeste,” he said quietly. “I wish there’d been another way to tell you. But you needed to see this yours

CelesteThe night bled into morning without mercy.Red and blue lights flickered through the hospital glass, staining the walls with color that didn’t belong here. Sirens still echoed faintly outside, though the chaos had mostly died down. The police had taken Violet. Her screams still rang in my head—sharp, hysterical, unhinged.And now… there was silence.The kind that feels too heavy. Too loud.I sat on the edge of Sebastian’s bed, one arm wrapped tightly around Amara. Her sobs had quieted to hiccups, her small fingers tangled in my hair as if letting go might make me disappear.“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Mommy's here.”She nodded weakly against me, but her wide eyes stayed fixed on the door — on the space where Violet had been moments ago, screaming as the guards dragged her out. I could still hear her voice echoing in my head. You think this ends with me?A chill ran through me.Tristan stood by the doorway, speaking quietly into his p

CelesteThe next morning came slowly.For the first time in days, there were no alarms. No blinking lights. No voices through hidden transmitters. Only the muted hum of the city waking beyond the hospital windows, and the soft rhythm of rain against the glass.Sebastian had been cleared for discharge just before dawn. The doctors insisted he needed rest — a quiet place, far from the noise and the chaos of the last few days. And for once, I agreed.So we went home.The Williams mansion home.The place felt different now — guarded. Silent. The security presence had doubled overnight; men in black suits stood at every corner, earpieces flashing, eyes alert. Even the air felt different — heavier, somehow. As though the house itself was bracing for whatever might come next.Amara had fallen asleep in the car, her small hand curled around mine. She didn’t even stir when we pulled into the long, gravel driveway. I think exhaustion finally won over fear.Sebastian watched her through the rear

CelesteThe dining room glowed beneath strings of golden lights, their soft shimmer reflecting off crystal glasses and polished wood. Outside, the sun had already slipped below the horizon, painting the sea in strokes of violet and gold. The scent of roasted herbs and fresh bread filled the air, mingling with laughter that felt like it could hold the whole world together.Dinner had been Sebastian’s idea.After the long afternoon of games and cake and photos by the garden, he’d quietly asked everyone to stay for an intimate family dinner — “a proper celebration,” he’d said. Not the grand, formal kind the Williams were used to, but something simple. Warm. Real.Now, looking around the table, I realized how long it had been since I’d seen him like this — relaxed, smiling, the heaviness in his eyes replaced by a quiet joy.Amara sat between Nicholas and Alexis, her cheeks still pink from all the excitement. She was wearing the silver heart necklace Sebastian had given her earlier, its ti