Todos os capítulos de Ex Wife to The Billionaire, Mother to His Twins Heir: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Two months after our conversation in the garden, I went into labor during a foundation board meeting."I think—" I started to say, then gasped as a contraction hit."Ava?" Elena asked, immediately switching to doctor mode despite being eight months pregnant herself."The baby's coming. Now.""How now?" Dominic asked, jumping up from the conference table."Like, we need to go to the hospital right now now."What followed was controlled chaos. Bola called the hospital, Marcus grabbed our go-bag, and Elena timed my contractions while giving medical advice."Three minutes apart," she announced. "We need to move.""What about the board meeting?" I asked through another contraction."The foundation will survive without us for a few hours," my father said, kissing my forehead. "Go have that baby.""Call us the second anything happens!" Bola shouted as Dominic helped me to the car.Seven hours later, Isabella Rose Rossi made her dramatic entrance into the world."She's perfect," Dominic whisp

Some years after Isabella's birth, I stood in the auditorium of the Lily Rossi Institute watching my son Kai graduate as valedictorian."Family," he began his speech, his voice strong and confident, "doesn't always begin with blood. Sometimes it begins with choice." Kai had grown into everything I'd hoped he would become. Smart, compassionate, and deeply committed to helping others. his psychic ability to detect lies had evolved into something more nuanced – they could sense people's true motivations, their hidden fears, their deepest needs."The foundation that brought us all together taught me that love multiplies when you share it," he continued. "That healing is possible even from the worst trauma. And that sometimes the people who hurt you the most can become the people who teach you the most about forgiveness."Beside me, Dominic squeezed my hand, he was graying at the temples but more handsome than ever. The years of building something meaningful together had given him a confi

I was sitting in my office reading success reports when Solana burst through the door, her face pale with fear."Mom, we have a problem. A big one.""What kind of problem?" I asked, immediately alert. Solana's visions had become incredibly precise. When she was scared, I paid attention."I saw an attack. On the foundation headquarters. Next Tuesday at 3:47 PM.""What kind of attack?""Armed men. Professional. Military-grade equipment." Her hands were shaking. "Mom, they're not just trying to hurt us. They want to destroy everything we've built.""Who are they?""That's the thing. They looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd seen them before."Isabella, now twenty and fresh from Harvard Law School, appeared in the doorway. "I felt your panic from downstairs. What's happening?""Solana's seeing an attack on the foundation.""When?""Next Tuesday."Isabella closed her eyes, using her emotional sensing abilities to reach out. "There's something else. I'm picking up hatred. Deep, g

Some months after the Kozlov confrontation, our family gathered for what had become our most important tradition – the Annual Unity Council.Representatives from every foundation office, every family branch, and every generation sat around tables in our New York headquarters. The room buzzed with conversations in six languages as cousins caught up and colleagues shared success stories."Before we begin the formal meeting," I said, standing at the podium, "I want everyone to understand what we've accomplished together."I clicked to the first slide of our presentation. "Twenty-five years ago, one woman jumped in front of bullets to save her daughter. Today, that sacrifice has grown into a network that spans forty-seven countries."Applause filled the room. In the front row, I could see Kai holding his one-year-old daughter Hope, while Sarah rubbed her belly – they were expecting again. Solana sat beside them with her fiancé David, a former foundation client who'd become one of our best

Six months after the global broadcast, I sat in the United Nations General Assembly watching my three-year-old granddaughter Hope address world leaders."My name is Hope Lily Rossi," she said into the microphone, standing on a small platform so she could reach it. "And I can see things before they happen."The assembly hall was silent. Two hundred delegates from around the world watched as a toddler prepared to demonstrate abilities that would have been considered impossible just a year ago."I see a big storm coming to the Philippines next week," Hope continued in her clear, serious voice. "Tuesday morning. The people in Cebu City need to move to higher ground."Behind her, satellite weather data appeared on massive screens, confirming unusual atmospheric patterns forming in the Pacific."I also see a missing little girl in Germany. She's hiding in an old church because she's scared. The church has blue windows and a broken bell."On another screen, German police confirmed they had b