All Chapters of Until The Baby Is Born: CEO's Temporary Fiancee : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Ivy?” Asher called out as he entered the room, his voice carrying the familiar authority that usually filled the space without effort. He had just returned from the office, his coat still on, his tie loosened slightly. The day had been long, his mind crowded with unfinished thoughts, unresolved tension.No answer came.He paused just inside the doorway, scanning the room. The lights were on. The curtains were half drawn. The faint scent of Ivy lingered in the air, soft and unmistakable, but she herself was nowhere in sight.A strange unease stirred in his chest.The door had barely closed behind him when something small crashed into his legs.He instinctively looked down.Two tiny arms were wrapped tightly around him, fingers clutching the fabric of his trousers with desperate strength, as if she feared he might vanish the moment she let go. Aurelia pressed her cheek against his knee, her whole body trembling with excitement, relief, and something far deeper than joy.“Papa,” she sai

"Where's she? Why didn't she come down yet?" Asher mumbled to himself.Today is the party night. The party was held at one of his hotels. Famous personalities including celebrities, successful businessmen and reporters were also invited. Asher directly reached the venue from the Greenmansion after they promised that they would come. His family members and the Hayes siblings also reached the venue. Even the kids were present, with their uncle Jason and Adrian. He met them some time ago. But from the time he reached there, he searched for Ivy in every corner of the ballroom. "Hey, brother! Who are you looking for so desperately?" Jason asked with a smirk after stopping him by holding his arm while sipping his drink."Where is she, Jason?" He asked in frustration for not being able to see her yet. He was also really worried about her. He couldn't talk much with her in the morning after their fight. They both have been really busy since morning. But he made sure she had her medicines.

“Stay away from my daughter!”The air in the ballroom still felt wrong.Not just tense. Not just heavy. Wrong, like the walls had memorized violence and were still holding the echo of it in their bones.Robin stood near the center of the room, one hand pressed to his cheek where the slap had landed, the other hanging loose as if he could not decide whether to laugh or lash out. His eyes were bright with something sick and proud, like the attention alone fed him. The guests who had not yet fled stood frozen in uneven circles, clutching purses and champagne glasses like shields, whispering in quick terrified breaths.Ivy was not a person anymore.She was a heartbeat hiding behind other heartbeats.Her fingers were twisted into Asher’s shirt at his back, clutching the fabric hard enough that her knuckles hurt, hard enough that the pressure made her feel real. If she let go, she might dissolve. If she let go, the memory of Robin’s fingers brushing her wrist might crawl back onto her skin.

The first thing Ivy felt was the weight of her own heartbeat.It was loud, uneven, like it had been running for miles and still could not slow down. Her throat burned, her eyelids heavy, her body sore in places that had nothing to do with bruises. It felt like her bones remembered fear.She opened her eyes to a dim room and a soft lamp.For a second, she did not know where she was. Then the scent hit her, clean and familiar, expensive cologne mixed with something warmer, something human. The sheets were tucked too neatly, the curtains drawn like someone had wanted to protect her from the morning.Her fingers moved first, reaching out blindly.They found a hand.Warm. Firm. Real.Her gaze shifted.Asher sat beside the bed, shoulders slightly hunched forward, one forearm resting on the mattress. He was not sleeping deeply. He looked like he had been fighting sleep and losing it in small, reluctant fragments. His jaw was tight even in rest, like his body could not fully unclench anymore.

The room was dark enough that faces blurred into silhouettes. Only the faint glow from a single desk lamp cut through the shadows, casting long, distorted shapes against the walls. Smoke lingered in the air, curling lazily upward, carrying the bitter scent of impatience and anticipation.One of them stood near the window, fingers drumming slowly against the glass. Each tap was deliberate, measured, as if counting down something only they understood. Outside, the city lights blinked indifferently, unaware of the quiet calculation unfolding above it.“So,” a voice said from the corner, low and satisfied, “it’s confirmed.”Another figure shifted, leaning back against the table. The wood creaked under their weight. “Confirmed,” they replied. “The children are legitimate. Bloodline intact.”A slow chuckle followed. It was soft, almost amused. “Heirs,” someone murmured, tasting the word. “That complicates things.”“No,” the one by the window corrected, finally turning around. The light caug