Semua Bab The billionaire's secret vow : Bab 51 - Bab 60

“You don’t own me, Jaxon,” she began, her voice trembling despite her best effort to steady it. “Things have gotten too complicated with us moving in. I don’t want to get ahead of myself. The original rules of our arrangement are getting blurred. Maybe we need to see other people so we don’t—”She didn’t get the chance to finish before his mouth covered hers in a kiss that stole the air from her lungs. It was soft yet desperate, like a man trying to hold on to something he couldn’t afford to lose. The kiss burned straight to her soul.“Tell me…” Jaxon’s hand curled around the back of her neck, his breath mingling with hers. “Does this feel fake to you?”Zara’s lips parted, her chest rising and falling fast. No. That’s the problem. It felt too real.He stared at her, eyes dark and fierce. “I want to make a few things clear.” His lips brushed hers with every word. “Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies. Tell me I can’t touch you…” His grip tightened just slight

Damian’s hand tightened around hers.“The twins and Mrs. Voss are both in danger. We can perform an emergency hysterectomy surgery, but…” The doctor hesitated, eyes lowering. “Gehre might be severe bleeding which we would have to decide whether to stop the bleeding and save the mother or carry on to save the twins.”Silence fell. The kind that suffocates.“We will need you to make a decision, to let us know who would be our priority to save.”With one pitying look,the doctor left the room.Damian’s throat tightened. He looked at Aria, and she could already see the answer in his eyes.“Damian,” she whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Please… the babies…”“No,” his voice broke through hers, raw and trembling. “Don’t you dare say it, Aria. Don’t ask me to choose them over you.”Her sob shook through the quiet room. “Please, Damian. They’re—”He cut her off sharply, his voice cracking under the weight of emotion. “I lost you once because of my mistakes. I won’t lose you again. Hat

Zara burst into the hospital room, her hair slightly messy, her face flushed with worry. Jaxon was right behind her, his long strides eating the distance between them. The moment Zara saw Aria lying on the bed, pale but awake, she rushed to her side, dropping her bag on the floor. “Oh my God, Aria! Are you okay? How are you feeling?” she asked, her voice trembling. Aria managed a weak laugh, her lips curving even though her face still showed traces of exhaustion. “I feel like hell,” she said, wincing as she shifted slightly. “The pain is… actually too much.” Damian, who had been sitting beside the two small bassinets, looked up immediately, his brows creasing. “I should call the doctor,” he said, already half rising from his chair. “Maybe there’s something that can stop the pain.” Aria reached out, her fingers brushing his wrist gently. “No, Damian,” she said softly. “It’s normal. I’ll be fine. The pain will fade away.” He hesitated, still worried, but when she smiled up at h

Damian had never known true fear before. Not when his parents died. Not even when he thought Elena had died. But now, as he gripped the steering wheel, driving home so fast, fear pulsed through every inch of his body. When Mrs. Hayes called to say Selene had come to the house—heavily pregnant, no less—his world stopped moving for a second. He wasn’t scared of the pregnancy. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t his. He was terrified that Aria might not believe him. He was terrified that he might lose Aria again. The drive felt endless, but soon enough, he was standing in the doorway of his own living room, where chaos silently brewed. Elena sat comfortably on one of the couches, chatting with Selene as though they were old friends reunited. The sight alone made his stomach twist with disgust. Both women turned their heads at the same time, their faces brightening in mock surprise. Selene rose gracefully, her hand on her swollen belly, and smiled. “Damian,” she breathed, her tone sweet a

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds of Jaxon’s apartment, warming the small kitchen as they sat across from each other with breakfast in front of them. Coffee steamed in their mugs, and toast lay half-eaten on plates.Zara took a sip of her coffee, eyes watching Jaxon as he buttered his toast. “You look peaceful when you’re eating,” she said with a playful tilt of her head. “It’s cute. Almost domestic.”Jaxon chuckled, a low, warm sound that made her heart skip. “Cute? That’s a weird word for me, Red. But I’ll take it,” he replied, smiling.They chatted casually, about nothing and everything—the street noise outside, a funny meme she had sent him the night before, a new café opening in the city. It was ordinary and simple, and yet it felt extraordinary to both of them.After breakfast, they moved to the couch, Jaxon stretching out and pulling her against his chest. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart—it was grounding, safe, something Zara rarely felt in l