Semua Bab The Billionaire's One-Night Baby: Bab 31 - Bab 40

CelesteI barely had time to let my words sink in before Adrian’s face contorted in fury. His eyes darkened with a dangerous storm, and suddenly, he lunged forward, grabbing my arm with a harshness that made a sharp, burning sting race through my side.“Enough!” I gasped, instinctively trying to wrench myself free, but his grip tightened like iron, pulling me closer. Panic flared hot and fast in my chest.Before I could fully react, a heavy hand crashed into Adrian’s back, sending him stumbling forward, off balance.“Let her go, asshole.”The voice was low, raw with anger and authority. I turned just in time to see Nicolas step between us, his eyes dark and fierce, jaw clenched tight like a steel trap. His presence was like a shield—a promise I wasn’t alone.Tristan followed right behind, tall and imposing, his calm a stark contrast to the tension thickening the air.Adrian snarled, spinning around to face Nicolas with a venomous glare. “This is none of your business.”“It is now,” Ni

CelesteMy chest felt tight, like the air between us had turned heavier, thicker—each breath dragged through me as though I was trying to inhale through water. Every inhale carried the faint scent of his cologne—warm spice and something darker, more dangerous—and it pulled me right back to places I’d promised myself I would never revisit.“Move,” I said, though the command in my mind came out barely above a whisper. Too soft. Too fragile.He didn’t move. He stayed where he was, watching me with that quiet, unflinching intensity that made it impossible to hide. His arm was still braced against the doorframe, his body angled just enough to block my escape. He wasn’t touching me, yet my skin tingled as if he had—like every inch of me was tuned to his presence, my nerves recognizing him before my mind could.The worst part wasn’t the closeness. It was the awareness. The prickling heat creeping up my neck. The way my pulse stuttered when his eyes swept over my face, lingering, seeing too m

CelesteThe hours blurred into each other, swallowed whole by the endless stream of tasks piling on my desk. Spreadsheets, reports, cross-checking schedules—every time I thought I’d cleared one set of files, another landed in my inbox with an urgent tag. My fingers ached from typing, my eyes stung from staring too long at the screen, but I pushed on.Somewhere between double-checking an expense report and organizing tomorrow’s meeting briefs, I glanced at the clock. 8:17 p.m. I blinked. Had it really gotten this late?The soft rustle of coats and bags being lifted around me pulled my attention. Ava appeared by my desk, her bag slung over her shoulder.“Celeste,” Ava said gently, her eyes soft with a mix of admiration and worry. “Working overtime? You’ve been at it since morning.”I gave her a small smile, trying to shake off the fatigue weighing me down. “I just need to finish these reports. It’ll be easier for tomorrow if I get them out of the way tonight.”She sighed, clearly unconvi

CelesteThe office was completely silent by the time I shut down my computer. The glowing numbers on the corner of the screen mocked me—past ten already. My body screamed for rest, but the thought of heading home to Amara’s small arms waiting for me gave me just enough strength to pack my things.I slipped my bag over my shoulder and walked down the hallway, heels clicking against the polished floor. As I passed by Mr. Williams’s office, something made me slow down.The door was slightly ajar.That alone was unusual—Sebastian was meticulous, always closing it behind him, whether he was stepping out for a meeting or calling it a night. Curiosity tugged at me before reason could stop me.I hesitated, then pushed the door open.The sight that greeted me stole the air from my lungs.Sebastian Williams, the man who ruled this entire company with his cold gaze and intimidating presence, was lying on the leather couch by the window. His suit jacket and tie were discarded carelessly over the

CelesteFor a long, unbearable heartbeat, neither of us moved. His body caged me in, his hand braced on the couch beside my head, his breath spilling warm against my cheek. The world outside didn’t exist—just the darkness, the sharp hammer of my heart, and Sebastian’s weight above me.Every nerve in my body screamed at me to push him away. To break free before this spiraled into something I couldn’t take back. But my hands betrayed me—frozen against the hard planes of his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath my trembling fingers.“Sebastian…” My voice cracked on his name, softer than a whisper, as if saying it out loud might shatter whatever fragile control I had left.His jaw tightened. Even in the darkness, I could see the conflict written in the harsh lines of his face. His eyes burned down at me—hungry, restrained, pained.“You’re driving me insane, Celeste,” he said hoarsely, the words scraping raw from his throat. “Every time you look at me… every time you try to