All Chapters of The Billionaire's One-Night Baby: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CelesteThe afternoon dragged on in a haze of restless silence. After lunch, I had retreated straight back to the villa with Amara, telling myself I needed the quiet. But the truth was simpler: I couldn’t risk running into him again. Not when the sound of that woman’s laugh and the weight of his gaze still echoed in me like fresh bruises.I busied myself with little things—folding Amara’s dresses, laying out the clothes we’d wear tomorrow, tucking small souvenirs back into our luggage. It was an excuse, really, but it gave my hands purpose while my mind tried, and failed, to settle.A sudden knock broke through the stillness. Firm, playful, unmistakable.“Open up, Celeste,” Nicholas’s voice rang, dramatic as always. “We come bearing sunshine and chlorine!”Amara perked up instantly, abandoning the crayons she’d been using on the coffee table. “Swimming?!” Her eyes lit up, wide and eager.Before I could answer, Tristan’s steadier tone followed from outside the door. “Don’t mind him. We

Celeste I wasn’t supposed to care. But my stomach had other plans—tightening with every second he looked at me like I was the only person on this dock. Like I was the only one who mattered. And maybe I could’ve believed it. If I hadn’t seen her. The woman from earlier. The one in white with the kind of elegance you didn’t fake. The way she touched his arm. The way he let her. I shouldn’t have let it get to me. But it did. And now, with his hand still lightly holding mine, I couldn’t stop the words from slipping out like poison. “You really know how to make a girl feel… replaceable.” His brows drew together. “What are you talking about?” I pulled my hand free, crossing my arms. “Nothing. Forget it.” But he didn’t let it go. Of course he didn’t. Sebastian never let things go when they weren’t on his terms. He stepped in front of me, blocking the sun, the sea, everything. “Celeste.” I kept my gaze fixed on the water. “It’s just funny, that’s all.” “What is?” I shrugged,

Celeste His hand was warm against mine. Solid. And yet… gentle. As if he knew I might still run. But I didn’t. I let him lead me to the open space just beside the table, where soft lights flickered beneath the canopy and the sun melted slowly into the edge of the sea. No music. No sound but the hush of the ocean and the low thrum of the yacht beneath our feet. I stepped into him, closer than I should’ve, not close enough. He placed one hand at the small of my back, the other still holding mine, and when our bodies finally aligned, something inside me broke loose. Not pain. Not fear. Something else. Something I hadn’t let myself feel in a long, long time. I looked up at him as we swayed in a rhythm that didn’t belong to any song but somehow felt like music anyway. The wind was soft now, warm from the sun, brushing through my hair like a whisper. His eyes searched mine, steady and unwavering. “You keep looking at me like you’re trying to memorize me,” I said quietly. “I

CelesteThe silence afterward was different. Not awkward. Not heavy. Just… quiet. The kind of quiet that comes when two storms have finally collided and left nothing but stillness in their wake.Sebastian hadn’t moved far. His weight still pressed against me, his breath warm on my skin, his hand tracing idle circles along my hip as if he wasn’t ready to let go yet.I wasn’t, either.The faint sound of water lapping against the yacht’s hull reached us, steadier now. Then, the low hum of the engine shifting. We were docking. Reality—like an uninvited guest—was at the door.My chest tightened. I smoothed my hand through his damp hair and whispered, “Sebastian…”His eyes opened, dark and languid, but alert in that way only he could be. “Hmm?”I hesitated, biting down on my lip. My courage from minutes ago—the one that let me say I love you without breaking—was trembling now. Because this wasn’t just about us anymore. This was about the world we had to step back into once the yacht stoppe

Celeste By the time we reached the room, the laughter had faded, leaving only the soft hush of waves and the crunch of sand beneath our steps. Tristan smiled. “Goodnight, little girl. Sleep tight.” Nicholas leaned down dramatically and whispered, “Dream of unicorns. Or pirates. Or pirate unicorns.” Amara giggled sleepily, half-hiding behind my skirt. “I’ll bring the car around tomorrow,” Tristan said, glancing at Sebastian. “You’re staying?” Sebastian nodded once. “Yeah. Just for the night.” Something tightened in my chest. Nicholas gave me a long, knowing look—more subtle than usual—and then followed Tristan down the path, their footsteps fading into the dark. And just like that, it was just the three of us again. Inside the guest room, Sebastian sat at the edge of the bed while I helped Amara into her pajamas. She was fighting sleep, her little eyes fluttering open and shut in stubborn protest. “Will you stay?” she mumbled to Sebastian, her hand catching his wri