All Chapters of The Billionaire's secret baby bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The morning light crept through the curtains, soft and golden, but to me it felt intrusive—like a spotlight exposing every secret I had tried to keep hidden. My body still remembered the night before, every shiver, every whispered word, every touch that had consumed me until there was nothing left but surrender. I lay perfectly still, my head resting on Alexander’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing.Part of me wanted to close my eyes and pretend that the world beyond this room didn’t exist. That it was just the two of us, forever suspended in this fragile moment. But another part of me—the cautious, guarded part—couldn’t stop replaying everything in my head, wondering what it meant, what came next.Alexander stirred beneath me, his arm tightening around my waist as if instinctively refusing to let me go. His warmth seeped into me, soothing and dangerous all at once. I tilted my head slightly to look at him. Even in sleep, he looked powerful, commanding, untouchabl

The night stretched endlessly before me, the shadows in the mansion growing darker with every passing hour. Sleep was a luxury I couldn’t reach. My body lay on the massive bed, still and stiff, but my mind spun mercilessly. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that card again—the one left on my nightstand by men I never heard entering, never saw leaving. The memory clung to me like smoke: the cold black of the paper, the jagged silver letters.You don’t belong here.Those words were carved into my thoughts, repeating like a whisper in the corners of my mind. It wasn’t just a threat—it was a promise, one that made the walls of this mansion feel less like protection and more like a cage.The silence was worse than noise. No distant footsteps. No muffled conversations from Alexander’s men. Just the hum of the night air-conditioning and the frantic beat of my own heart. Alexander wasn’t home. He had left hours ago, his jaw set, his words clipped when he told me he needed to “handle things.”

The city did not look the same when you were hunting ghosts. Streets I had once driven through without thought now felt like alleys in a labyrinth, every shadow too deep, every face a potential mask. Riding beside Alexander in the armored car, I realized how much the world outside had changed for me. Nothing was ordinary anymore. Every turn felt like an ambush waiting, every stoplight a trap.Alexander sat beside me, his profile carved from stone. He hadn’t spoken since we left the mansion. His silence pressed heavier than words could have. The leather gloves on his hands creaked faintly each time he flexed his fingers. He was wound too tight, a coil of fury and focus, and I sat inches from him wondering if the man beside me was the same man who had once kissed me with tenderness.I wanted to speak. To ask why I was even here, why he hadn’t left me behind under the fortress of guards. But part of me knew the answer already. The rival wasn’t just after him. I was the message, the weapo

The memory of the black card still clung to me long after Alexander closed the vault door. Its emptiness, its silence, was louder than a thousand threats spoken aloud. It was no longer just a warning—it was a declaration of war. And tonight, Alexander was answering it.The mansion had shifted. What was once an immaculate fortress of marble and shadow now pulsed with movement. Men in black suits flowed through the corridors like a tide, their footsteps measured, their voices low. Weapons appeared from hidden compartments, radios crackled with clipped orders, and vehicles rumbled to life in the courtyard. For the first time, I saw the full weight of Alexander’s empire—the machinery of power grinding awake, an army summoned not by chaos but by his will.I followed him through the great hall, my heart thundering. He walked with a storm’s gravity, every step decisive, every glance sparking obedience. His men moved aside with silent respect, some bowing their heads, others awaiting

The mansion was too quiet.Silence pressed against the walls, filling every corner of the great halls until it felt like the house itself was holding its breath. I moved restlessly from one room to another, each step echoing like a confession I didn’t want to make. My chest felt tight, as though the stillness of the night had slipped inside my lungs and refused to let go.Alexander had left hours ago.I had watched him walk away from me, his men trailing after him like shadows torn from his body, swallowed by the night. He hadn’t said much before leaving—he hadn’t needed to. His fury had been a living thing, coiling off his skin like smoke, thick enough to choke me. And yet I had let him go.What else could I have done?I pressed my palm to the cold windowpane of the study and stared out into the endless dark. Somewhere out there, he was fighting. Somewhere out there, he was bleeding. Somewhere out there, men were dying at his hands.The thought should have repulsed me. And it did—at