Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY MAKER : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 47

I slipped my key into the lock and pushed the door open. The penthouse was quiet—too quiet for this late hour. The city outside still hummed, but here, all I heard was the faint tick of the clock and the low whirr of the air conditioner.Almost midnight.I loosened my tie as I stepped inside, my eyes instantly catching the sight on the sofa.Luciana.She was curled up awkwardly against the armrest, a blanket half-draped across her, her hair messy and her breathing soft. In front of her on the coffee table were scattered books, the kind I hadn't expected to ever see in my home: How to Care for Your Baby in the Womb, First-Time Mothers: A Guide, Pregnancy Nutrition and Safety. A small pile, all bent open in the middle as though she'd been trying to absorb them all at once.Beside the books, an empty plate—cookie crumbs the only evidence of what had kept her company while she read.For a moment, I just stood there. Silent. Watching. Something stirred in me, a feeling I didn't want to nam

[LUCIANA’ POINT OF VIEW]I froze the moment our eyes met.He was there.Lorenzo.Standing just a few steps away—his expression unreadable, his eyes locked on mine.Beside him was her… the same woman from earlier. The one whose drink splashed on her own dress, yet acted like I’d ruined her entire world.For a long, breathless second, we just looked at each other. Neither of us moved.Lorenzo and Sophia had just entered the building, walking through the glass doors with easy familiarity, but the moment his gaze found me, his steps faltered.Still, they kept walking—each step bringing them closer—until they were right in front of me, and I realized I was standing directly in their way.Sophia was still dabbing at the faint stain on her dress, irritation clear in every movement.“Ugh, I can’t believe this,” she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with annoyance. “Such a waste.”Then she finally looked up—only to realize I was standing there.Her eyes widened in surprise before na

The moment the door clicked shut behind Sophia, silence swallowed my office whole.I stood. My steps carried me in slow circles around the room, each stride heavy with the storm in my chest.I should be furious.I should hate her.After all these years, after the way she left—without a word, without looking back—I should want nothing to do with her.And yet.My hands curled into fists at my sides as I exhaled sharply.I wasn't mad. Not the way I expected to be.Instead, some traitorous part of me felt... relieved. Happy, even, just to see her again.I stopped near the window, the city skyline blurring beyond the glass. My reflection stared back at me—cold, unreadable, but I knew what lurked beneath.This was dangerous. Too dangerous.I couldn't afford distractions. Not from her. Not now.I had started something bigger than us—something I couldn't abandon halfway. My revenge wasn't complete. The people who destroyed me still walked free. And until that ended, I couldn't let anyone—espe

Luciana’s Point of View]The city lights stretched endlessly outside the window, flickering like distant stars.I sat on the couch, still wearing the same clothes from earlier, the faint scent of milk tea and embarrassment clinging to me like a shadow I couldn’t wash off.The penthouse was quiet—too quiet.The kind of quiet that made every thought louder, every memory sharper.My eyes landed on the lunch box sitting beside me—the one I was supposed to give to him.It was still there, untouched. Gino didn’t let me take it back; he said he’d eat it, smiling like nothing was wrong. But I knew he was just trying to make me feel better.I traced the edge of the box with my fingers and whispered under my breath,“Why did I even go there?”The scene replayed in my mind again—Sophia’s sharp voice, her words slicing through me.Stupid. Clumsy. Blind.And Lorenzo… the way he looked at me.The way he said he didn’t know me.A small, bitter laugh escaped me. “Maybe he really doesn’t,” I murmured.