Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's One-Night Baby: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

CelesteSunlight spilled softly across the curtains, warm and golden, brushing against my face. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming — the air felt too calm, the silence too peaceful. Then came a small, familiar whisper.“Mommy… wake up.”A gentle hand tugged on my blanket, followed by a giggle.I stirred, groaning softly as I blinked my eyes open. Amara’s bright little face came into focus — cheeks flushed, hair in two uneven ponytails, wearing a sundress that shimmered faintly in the light.“Good morning,” I murmured, voice still heavy with sleep. “Why are you up so early?”“Because we’re going somewhere!” she said, practically bouncing on the edge of the bed.Before I could process her words, another voice cut in — deeper, smoother, the one that always seemed to pull me fully into the present.“She’s not the only one ready,” Sebastian said.I turned my head — and there he was, standing by the window, sleeves rolled to his forearms, a soft white shirt tucked neatly into beige tro

CelesteSebastian’s gaze didn’t waver. It wasn’t a question or a confession meant to be met with anything. It was truth — quiet, patient, and terrifyingly real.My lips parted, but no sound came. The world had gone still.Then he reached up, his fingertips brushing my cheek — just once, barely there — as if afraid that touching me might break whatever spell held the night together.I closed my eyes. “Sebastian…”“Shh,” he whispered, thumb tracing a faint circle against my skin. His hand slid to the back of my neck, drawing me closer. My heart stumbled, a thousand memories and maybes colliding at once — all the years we’d lost, all the words we’d never said.And then, finally, he kissed me.It wasn’t hurried or hungry — it was soft, like the first exhale after holding your breath too long. His lips moved against mine with the kind of gentleness that undoes everything you thought you’d buried.The sea, the wind, the fire — they all disappeared. There was only him.When we finally pulle

CelesteThe morning came slower than usual — soft sunlight spilling through the blinds, the scent of coffee drifting faintly from the kitchen.Sebastian was already dressed when I woke up, sleeves rolled neatly, his tie hanging loose around his neck. He noticed me stirring and came over immediately.“Morning,” he said, voice gentle. “How are you feeling?”I blinked sleepily, trying to smile. “Better, I think.”He searched my face for a moment, as if trying to read between the words. “You promised to see a doctor today.”“I remember,” I murmured, stretching my arms slowly. “I’ll go after breakfast.”He nodded, satisfied but still reluctant. “I can come with you if you want.”I hesitated. Part of me wanted to say no — to keep whatever this was to myself until I understood it. But another part of me wanted him there, steady and close, the way he always was.So I just said softly, “Okay.”He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and kissed my forehead before heading downstairs.The d

CelesteThe house had gone quiet.Only the faint hum of the sea breeze filtered through the open windows, brushing against the curtains like a soft whisper. I sat at the edge of the bed, still in the dress I’d worn for dinner, my hair falling loose over my shoulders. My hands were cold despite the warmth of the room.I could still hear his voice in my head — sharp, worried, steady.“I won’t risk that again. Not for you, not for Amara.”It wasn’t what he said, but how he said it — like I was something fragile, something that needed to be hidden away to be safe.I swallowed hard, trying to fight back the sting behind my eyes. I’d told myself not to cry, not again. But the longer I sat there, the harder it was to breathe.It had been months since everything with Violet ended — months of healing, of finally feeling like we could breathe again. And yet, here we were… still running, still hiding.I stood and crossed the room, pressing my palms against the cold glass of the window. Outside,

CelesteI hadn’t meant for it to happen — not like that, not in the middle of a bright Italian morning. But the moment Sebastian’s arms slid around my waist while I was rinsing the dishes, something inside me simply… gave in.His warmth pressed against my back, steady and sure, his breath brushing the curve of my neck. The scent of soap and coffee clung to his skin, and when I leaned into him, I could feel his heartbeat matching mine. The world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of us — the quiet hum of the waves outside, the cool marble counter, the sunlight spilling across our skin.He murmured something against my ear — a low, half-laughing sound that sent a shiver down my spine. When I turned in his arms and looked up at him, whatever words we might have said disappeared. His mouth found mine, slow and certain, and all the questions we hadn’t yet answered dissolved into the kiss.The rest happened in fragments — the warmth of his hands, the soft clatter of a cup we almost