Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's One-Night Baby: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

CelesteThe city looked different after Italy.Maybe it was just me.From the car window, the skyline rose like glass and silver, gleaming under the afternoon light. The streets pulsed with their usual rhythm — cars, people, noise — but after weeks of sea wind and quiet mornings, it all felt too fast, too loud, too real.Sebastian reached for my hand as the driver turned onto the private road leading to the penthouse. “You okay?”I smiled faintly. “Just… getting used to it again.”He nodded, squeezing gently. “Home sweet home.”Home. The word felt heavier than it used to — like it meant something more now.When we stepped into the penthouse, Amara’s eyes lit up instantly. “We’re back!” she said, running toward the living room. Her dolphin plushie was still tucked under her arm, worn and loved. “Can I check if my toys are still in my room?”“Go ahead,” I said, smiling as she ran off toward the hallway.The space looked almost the same as we left it — clean lines, tall windows, a view t

CelesteThe week passed faster than I expected.By Monday, Amara was back in her school uniform — hair neatly braided, lunchbox packed, and eyes gleaming with excitement. She’d grown so much, I thought, as I watched her run toward her classroom gate, waving one last time before disappearing inside.Sebastian insisted on driving us that morning, even if it made him late for his first meeting. “It’s her first day back,” he said simply, straightening Amara’s collar before she hopped out of the car. The gesture melted something inside me.Then, as soon as Amara was safely in school, the CEO mask slipped back on — phone in hand, his voice clipped and efficient as he started going through calls before we even reached the office.By the time we arrived at Williams Corp, I’d already switched back into secretary mode — schedule checked, documents organized, mind focused. But that didn’t stop the little flicker in my chest whenever we walked side by side through the lobby.The whispers had less

CelesteThe house was quiet that evening — the kind of calm that came only after Amara had gone to bed and the world outside had grown still.I moved around the living room in soft slippers, collecting the last of Amara’s crayons from the coffee table, her tiny drawings scattered like forgotten treasures. One of them caught my eye — a stick-figure family holding hands under a blue sky. She’d drawn me, herself, and Sebastian.A small, tired smile tugged at my lips.In the office down the hall, the faint rustle of papers told me he was still working. I sighed. Some things never changed — even at home, Sebastian Williams was still the CEO of Williams Corp.I peeked into his office.He was there, sleeves rolled up, head bent over a pile of documents. His tie hung loosely around his neck, his glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose. The warm lamplight softened the sharpness of his features, casting long shadows over the papers scattered on his desk.“Nicholas is here,” I said

CelesteBy the time we reached the office, the day had already settled into its usual rhythm — footsteps echoing across the marble floors, phones ringing, the low hum of conversation filling the lobby.People greeted us as we walked in, some too casually, others with that telltale mix of curiosity and respect that followed us everywhere now. It had been weeks since our relationship became public knowledge, and though most had grown used to the idea of the CEO and his secretary being together, the stares still came — softer now, but still there.Sebastian didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn’t care.He placed a hand lightly at my back as the elevator doors closed, a small, quiet gesture that said everything words didn’t. “You okay?” he asked.I nodded. “Always.”When the elevator opened, Nicholas was already waiting in the hallway — and beside him stood a man I hadn’t seen in months.“Tristan?” I blinked, surprised.He grinned, stepping forward. “Well, look who’s back in the bu

CelesteThe ride home was quiet. Even after the engine went still and the gates closed behind us, the silence lingered — thick, fragile, like a thread stretched too tightly between us.Sebastian parked the car, but neither of us moved right away. The faint hum of the night surrounded us — the distant chirp of crickets, the whisper of wind through the garden. It should’ve been comforting, but it only made the stillness between us louder.When he finally spoke, his voice was low. “We’re home.”I nodded, unbuckling my seatbelt. “Yeah.”That was all.The front door opened to the soft patter of footsteps — Amara’s. She ran toward us, her face lighting up. “Mommy! Daddy!”Her voice cracked the silence like sunlight through fog. She threw her arms around Sebastian first, then me, her small hands warm against my waist. I hugged her tightly, grateful for the distraction, for her innocence that made everything else seem small for a moment.“Did you eat dinner?” I asked softly.“Uh-huh. Uncle N