บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Good girl. Not.: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The click of the boardroom door shutting behind me echoed louder than it should have, like a gavel sealing away everything that had just happened inside. My heart was still racing, my lips swollen, the phantom press of his mouth and his hand on my jaw clinging to me like a second skin I couldn’t peel off.I didn’t look back. Couldn’t. If I did, I might crumble right there, or worse—go running back into his arms like I hadn’t just sworn I’d never touch him again until Bianca was out of the picture. My heels struck the marble floor of the hallway, too fast, too loud, carrying me anywhere but there.The elevator was at the end of the corridor, its polished steel doors reflecting a fractured version of myself. I pressed the button with more force than necessary and folded my arms tight across my chest, like I could somehow hold myself together. The fluorescent lights above hummed, filling the silence I didn’t want. My breathing was uneven, my throat dry.The doors slid open. I stepped ins

I was perched on the edge of the hotel bed, fingers wrapped around a mug that had long gone cold, staring at the muted TV as if the silent screen could erase the images burned into my brain from the press conference. The words kept looping: Carla Jepherson. My wife. Already married. My chest still felt tight, pulse hammering, and the hotel room—normally a sanctuary—felt claustrophobic, oppressive. Every shadow in the corners seemed to flicker like it knew the storm outside had just begun. Then came the knock. Sharp, deliberate. I froze. Not expecting anyone. Not now. Not him. “Carla,” the voice was low, measured, but it cut through the haze in my mind like a blade. Calm, unyielding. Maverick. My breath hitched. I set the mug down, clutching it like a lifeline. “I’m… not expecting anyone,” I said, voice tighter than I intended. “I know,” he replied, and the sound of his voice alone made my knees feel weak. “But I’m here. Because I should be. Because you deserve to see me—b

“Maverick!” I screamed, clutching my belly as another wave of pain ripped through me like a white-hot knife. “Maverick, my water just broke—wake the fuck up, young man!”Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My heart pounded so violently that it echoed in my ears. No one told me it would feel like this. Sure, I’d heard stories—watched those calm, smiling mothers on birthing videos—but this was nothing like that. This pain was feral, ancient, raw. My body felt like it was being split apart and remade from the inside.The contractions came in cruel, stabbing bursts, leaving no time to recover between them. My hands trembled as I gripped the sheets, nails biting into the fabric.Maverick shot upright, his hair a messy halo, eyes wild with sleep and shock. “What—what happened?”“My water broke!” I sobbed, the words catching in my throat as another contraction hit.That was all he needed to hear. He was out of bed in a heartbeat, half-panicked, half-focused.

"How is that possible? Maverick I swear I haven't been with another man since we started dating, I swear." I said trying to save as much space as possible. Maverick looked broken. "But I told you to tell me the truth. I won't hate you, I'll always love you no matter what. All you had to do was tell me the truth. I'm sorry we can't continue. You made me actually believe that he's mine when—" "But he is yours" I screeched. I do know when exactly I had started crying but I had. Tears flowed from my eyes like water flowing from a water fountain—endlessly. "That'll not what the fucking test says you bitch!" Bianca said to me. Just then a the voice of an old filtered through from the door. "Now that it has been confirmed that the child is yours, Mr. Shelby, I won't allow you to let her alone. You must marry my grand daughter, Bianca and make her the Lady of the Shelby Manor." I looked towards where the voice came from and saw Lisa beside the old man. So that was their plan,

I palmed my left cheek with my left hand and blinked twice to clear my vision. Infront is me stood a raging Lisa. "How dare you steal Maverick two times in a row?!" It's the audacity for me. With shaky hands that I tried to control from returning the slap and numerous deep breaths, I was finally able to level my voice and respond to her. "I hope you have enough evidence to back up what you just said because you will be hearing from my lawyer and as long as I am alive, I will make sure you serve time in jail. I have no time for you and your childish antics." With that I took my baby's stroller and left. I heard footsteps behind me—following me—probably Maverick. When I got to my car, he—Maverick—stopped me. "Come to my place. I know you don't have any place to stay here in Abu Dhabi. Let me take care of you. Please." I didn't want to agree. I hadn't been to the Shelby Manor in over seven years. I didn't want to go back to being his maid. "No, you have no help at home and