All Chapters of HIS ONE NIGHT, MY FOREVER : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alina’s POV Sebastian never left my side, holding my hand, whispering encouragement, adjusting pillows, rubbing my back. His presence was both calming and powerful, a constant reminder that we were a team. Finally, the doctor arrived, checking progress and giving updates. The baby was positioned perfectly, heart strong, but it was clear that the process had begun. I was admitted to the labor room, and Sebastian stayed beside me, holding my hand through every contraction. Leo’s absence weighed on me, but I knew he was safe with a nurse nearby, being occupied until it was time to meet his sibling. Time became distorted. Pain, breath, and focus blurred into a singular experience. Sebastian whispered every word, a soft anchor amidst the storm. “You’re doing beautifully, Alina. Our baby will be here soon.” Hours stretched on. Exhaustion and fear mingled with anticipation. I felt the baby move lower, pressing insistently, a tangible promise of life ready to enter the world. Sebast

Alina’s POV “I know,” I said. “It’s just… I want to be strong for them. For Leo. For our daughter. I want to make up for all the time we lost.” “You already are,” he said firmly. “Every day, in every moment. That’s what matters.” The afternoon faded into evening, the beach house glowing with the warmth of lamps and the setting sun. I sat in a chair with the baby in my lap while Sebastian prepared dinner and Leo sat at the table, drawing pictures for his sister. He had taken to including her in everything, explaining how she would play when she grew a little older, how he would teach her the best games, how she would never be alone. The sight filled me with hope. Leo’s innocence and resilience reminded me that love could heal even the deepest scars. I glanced at Sebastian, noticing the quiet pride in his expression. He was not the man I had once feared and doubted. He had changed, grown, and now shared in the joys and responsibilities of family fully. After dinner, Sebastian

Alina’s POV Inside, we brought the package to the living room, sitting on the floor while I held the baby. Sebastian carefully opened it. Inside was a single envelope, black and rigid. No return address. I took a deep breath and unfolded it. Inside was a photo: Leo, playing on the beach, completely unaware that he had been photographed. On the back, written in a sharp, deliberate hand: “You think safety lasts forever. Watch closely.” A cold wave ran through me. I held the baby tighter. Sebastian’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. “She’s watching,” he said simply. I felt a surge of anger and fear at once. Estelle hadn’t disappeared, she had been monitoring us, waiting for the right moment to strike. Her reach was long, her patience endless. And now, with this thinly veiled threat, she reminded us that our peace was fragile. Sebastian rose immediately, pacing. “We need to tighten security even further. No one enters or leaves without verification. No exceptions. Cameras, patro

Alina’s POV We advanced toward the center, and there he was Leo, tied to a chair, eyes wide with confusion and fear. My chest tightened as I rushed to him. “Leo!” I cried, my voice shaking. He turned toward me, a small whimper escaping his lips. “Mommy…” I dropped to my knees, cutting the ropes with my pocketknife, my hands trembling. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s here. You’re safe now.” Sebastian stood back, scanning the warehouse. His eyes locked on a figure perched atop a stack of crates - Estelle. Her expression was a mix of fury and amusement, as though the whole scene was a game she was enjoying immensely. “Finally,” she said, her voice sharp and venomous. “You come right to me. Predictable, just like I thought.” Sebastian stepped forward, protective and commanding. “Estelle. It ends today. Leave, and we won’t involve the authorities beyond this confrontation.” She laughed, a cold, brittle sound. “Leave? Oh, Sebastian… I’ve waited too long. This ends the way I decide. You’

Alina’s POV We walked back to the house in silence, the baby sleeping soundly, Leo’s laughter fading with the waves, and Sebastian’s hand securely holding mine. In that quiet, I understood something essential: family wasn’t just protection or survival. It was trust, love, and resilience. And ours had never been stronger. Tonight, we would sleep safely, for the first time in a long time. Tomorrow, we would continue building a life where shadows no longer dictated our choices. And together, we would face whatever came next, without fear, without hesitation, and always united. The beach house had settled into a rhythm that felt deceptively normal. Morning sunlight spilled across the hardwood floors, painting patterns that shifted with the rising tide. Leo was already up, bouncing on his toes, impatient to explore the shore, while the baby gurgled softly in her crib, tiny fingers grasping at the mobile above her. I sipped my coffee on the balcony, feeling the sea breeze carry a