All Chapters of Sold to be a Billionaires Slave: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Clara shoved in behind her, phone already in her hand. “I’m calling the doctor now, don’t touch him, Alessia!” But Alessia kept pointing like she’d just caught me with blood on my hands. “I knew this would happen. She pushed him too far. She’s been poisoning him since the start!” I ignored her, clutching Brayden’s face, whispering through sobs. “Please, Brayden, come back. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave us…” The doctor arrived within the hour, rushing in with his bag, staff trailing behind. He barked orders, checked Brayden’s vitals, adjusted the monitors they’d brought. I stood frozen, trembling, until he straightened with a grave face. “His brain is under severe strain,” he said sharply. “You’ve triggered memories faster than his mind can process. If this continues…stroke, seizure, even death.” My blood ran cold. “No…” “Yes,” he cut me off. “If you care about him, Mrs. Gatsby, you must stay away. No visits. No contact. For at least two months.” My knees buckled. “Two months?” C

A week after, I was tired of resting and lazing at home, so I decided to go back to work. I waddled into the office with my protruding belly, trying to ignore the way every head turned as I passed.Staff stared and whispered as I walked towards my station outside Brayden’s office. “Did you hear she got demoted?”“She’s still here? After everything?”“Alessia made it happen.”“Poor thing…”“I heard he doesn’t remember her”I kept my chin high. The last thing I was going to do was give them the satisfaction of seeing me flinch.I settled into my chair and opened my laptop, trying to lose myself in work.The elevator chimed. Alessia’s laughter rang down the corridor. Leonardo followed her, walking close behind.They stopped at my desk.“Well, well,” Alessia purred. “If it isn’t the pregnant secretary still pretending she works here.”I didn’t respond. Not even a blink.Leonardo leaned one arm on my desk. “You’re glowing, Zoe. I almost didn’t recognize you.” His grin was cruel. “Triplets

We got home from the hospital in silence. Clara held my hand the whole ride, and Brayden kept stealing glances at me through the mirror. My belly felt smaller. Lighter. When we walked into the house, I froze. Alessia. Lounging on the couch, a glass of wine in hand. Leonardo beside her. Their legs touched, too close. Too intimate. Brayden’s voice snapped. “What the hell is this?” Alessia looked up, all fake surprise. “Oh, welcome home. I didn’t expect you back so soon.” He stalked forward. “You have the nerve to sit here after what you did?” Her brows lifted. “Oh please, Brayden. It was an accident. She’s fine.” “I lost a baby.” The words ripped out of me before I could stop them. Silence. Alessia blinked. “What?” “I lost one of my babies!” I screamed. “Because of you!” Clara gasped. Brayden froze. Leonardo shifted awkwardly. Alessia scoffed. “Don’t be dramatic. Miscarriages happen all the time…” Brayden roared, “Shut up!” She glared. “You’re really defen

“This is big enough for you and the babies.” Clara said looking around the apartment we were standing in. We’d been driving around all day and checking apartments around town but this one felt like the one. “Yeah. You’re right. It’s perfect.” I say looking around the spacious apartment. It was colorless and bland but I knew we could decorate and build the babies nursery before they arrived. Clara exhaled in relief, dropping her bag on the floor. “Finally. I thought we’d sleep in the car tonight.”Before I left, Brayden gave me the keys to one of his cars. “For the babies,” he’d said, turning away before I could answer.I didn’t have the strength to argue. I just took the keys and drove off without looking back.“Come on,” Clara said, snapping me out of it. “Let’s get some air in here.” She moved to the window, pushing it open as the evening breeze drifted in.I nodded and started unpacking the small suitcase I’d grabbed before leaving. A few clothes. My ultrasound photos. The framed

The class started simple, breathing exercises, stretches, posture corrections. Easy enough. But then came the “couple connection” segment.We were told to face each other, knees touching, palms pressed together.“Breathe with your partner,” the instructor said softly. “Match their rhythm. Trust the connection.”I tried to focus on her voice, but all I could feel was him. Adrian’s hands were warm, steady. His eyes held mine like he was trying to read every unspoken thing I wasn’t ready to admit.Our breathing synced before I even realized it had. In. Out. Slow. Deep. His thumb brushed the inside of my wrist, whether by accident or not, I didn’t know.“Good,” the instructor continued. “Now, lean in. Let your partner support your weight.”Adrian’s hands shifted to my waist, guiding me gently forward until my belly brushed his abdomen. His touch wasn’t possessive, just firm enough to make me feel anchored.“Relax,” he murmured.I wanted to. God, I wanted to.But all I could think about wa