All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY MAKER : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

[LORENZO'S POINT OF VIEW] The office was too quiet. The air felt heavy, full of the mix of sweat and her perfume. My shirt was open and my tie tossed on the floor. Sophia sat in my lap on the sofa, her arms wrapped around my neck like nothing had changed between us. Her cheek pressed against my shoulder, warm and familiar, but dangerous. I could still feel the echo of what had just happened—her touch, her breath, the way she pulled me back into a past I thought I had buried. "You are still mine," she whispered against my ear. Her voice full of certainty. "No matter how much you try to deny it." I clenched my jaw. My hands gripping her waist to steady myself—steady my racing thoughts. She was right. That was what made it so frustrating. My body remembered her. My heart remembered her. But my mind screamed stop. "Enough, Sophia," I said low, though my voice came out husky, weaker than I wanted. "This... can't happen again." She pulled back just enough to look at me, a s

[LUCIANA'S POINT OF VIEW]Days blurred into weeks, and before I realized it, I was already five months pregnant. Time flew so fast, as if the universe was rushing me closer and closer to that inevitable day.After that night at the convenience store with Lorenzo—his words, his actions—I thought something might change. But nothing really did. No more surprises, no more strange gestures. Just the same routine every day.I stayed home. He went to work. At night, he would come back, though lately... not always. Sometimes he didn't return until morning. Sometimes, not at all. But I didn't question it.I didn't have the right to.I just needed to go with the flow. Even though there were a hundred things I wanted to ask—where he went, why his eyes looked more tired than usual, why his voice sometimes felt distant—I chose to keep my mouth shut. I was afraid that if I pushed too hard, if I demanded more than what he was willing to give, I might lose what little we had. And that... I couldn't b

Sophia leaned back against the sofa in my office, her legs stretched out across my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it was—after months of this, of us.I absentmindedly traced circles against her ankle while scrolling through emails on my tablet. She watched me with that amused smile of hers, the one that always made me feel like I was still twenty again, chasing her under the city lights."You're ignoring me again," she teased, her voice soft but playful.I set the tablet down with a sigh, meeting her eyes. "I am not. I'm multitasking."Sophia rolled her eyes and leaned forward, brushing her lips against mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. "That's better. You work too much, Lorenzo. I hate sharing you with this company."Her pout was familiar, almost comforting. I brushed a thumb over her cheekbone. "And yet, you still came back to me—knowing this is who I am."Her expression softened. "Because I love you. I always did. And I'm not leaving again."Those wor

The classroom buzzed with chatter as groups rearranged themselves, desks scraping against the floor. I shifted in my seat, hyper-aware of how close Kieran sat beside me. Every time he moved, even just slightly, I felt it—the tension in the air, the strange pull I couldn't name.Zelira leaned forward, already writing down notes. "We should pick a theme that's not too complicated but still impressive. Any suggestions?"I opened my mouth, but Kieran spoke first. "History of supernatural folklore. It's broad enough, but we can narrow it down."I froze. He rarely spoke in class, and hearing his voice so suddenly... it did something to me. My pulse skipped, my mind went blank, and for a few seconds all I could do was stare at him. Why did his voice sound like that? Like it carried a weight that pulled me closer without me realizing?Zelira nodded, jotting it down without hesitation. "That works."I forced myself to glance at him. "That's... actually a good idea."His eyes flicked toward min

[LORENZO’S POINT OF VIEW]The morning light spilled through the blinds, thin strips of gold cutting across the desk stacked with papers. My eyes skimmed the contracts in front of me, but my thoughts were drifting, restless. The office was too quiet, except for the rustle of paper and the occasional creak of Gino shifting in his chair across from me.He broke the silence first.“It’s a boy.”I stilled, lifting my gaze to him.“I know,” I said flatly, putting the paper down. “She sent me the picture last night.”Gino leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “She was expecting you yesterday, you know. To be there with her. She was so happy when she found out the gender—but she would’ve been happier if you were there.”I exhaled slowly, pressing the bridge of my nose before locking eyes with him. “You know the reason, right? Sophia came yesterday. I didn’t want her to notice anything… and I don’t want to lie to her.”A humorless laugh escaped Gino. “But you’re already lying. To her. To Lucian