All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Secret Heirs : Chapter 241 - Chapter 247

~CELINE POV~Sunlight spilled through the half-open curtains, the kind that doesn't ask for permission but settles gently on everything it touches. The house smelled faintly of coffee and cedar; Hunter must have been awake for a while. His side of the bed was warm but empty, the sheets caught up in that careless way he always left them.I slid into his shirt.....the crisp white one he'd worn last night, the collar smelling faintly of his cologne.....and padded barefoot to the kitchen. The sound of clinking dishes led me there, and I paused in the doorway for a moment, smiling.Hunter stood by the stove, hair still damp from his shower, sleeves rolled up. Caesar sat on the counter beside him, swinging his legs, holding a whisk as if it were a lightsaber."Good morning, my sleepy angel," Caesar said the second he noticed me, far too pleased with himself for a child covered in flour."Good morning, my messy chef," I teased, kissing his cheek before wrapping my arms around Hunter's waist

~HUNTER POV~Mornings in London had a way of sneaking up on you.Not loudly, not with the blinding arrogance of New York light that demanded you wake and start conquering something. London mornings eased in....gray, soft-edged, polite in the way only the English could manage.I woke to the sound of rain tapping gently against the windowpanes and the even softer tempo of Celine's breathing. She was curled against me, her hair a messy halo across my chest, her hand resting lightly over the small curve of her belly.It was the kind of peace I used to think people invented for storybooks.Now, I was living inside it.I didn't move for a while. I just watched her sleep. The peaceful rise and fall of her chest, the faint crease between her brows she always had even in rest, as if some part of her never stopped thinking, never stopped worrying.The woman never did anything halfway.She loved like it was her job, mothered like it was a calling, and somehow still found time to remind me that m

~CELINE POV~The night of Clancey's company launch was perfect. The weather, the mood, and the music in the car all matched well. London was quiet, with the streets shining in the light spring rain. Hunter looked really good in a black tux, and Caesar said, "Dad looks like a superhero."I was already glowing....quite literally, if you asked Hunter, who insisted I was "radiant" in my emerald dress every five minutes. I told him it was the pregnancy heat. He said it was love. We agreed to disagree.Clancey had gone all out for the opening of his design firm. The moment we stepped inside the gallery-like building, we were greeted with champagne trays, sleek jazz music, and a large banner that read "Clancey & Co—Redefining Modern Spaces."It looked like success itself had thrown a party.Vincent and Blake were already there, of course. He was in a deep navy suit, all smug smiles, while Blake, radiant in gold silk, looked every inch the woman who could keep him in check with one raised ey