All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Evelyn smoothed her dress for what felt like the hundredth time, staring at her reflection in the hallway mirror. The soft cream fabric clung to her in the right places, flowing gently at the hips. She tried to calm the butterflies fluttering violently in her stomach, but no amount of deep breaths could hide the anticipation—and the nervous excitement—that hummed through her veins.“Are you ready?” Liam’s voice broke through, smooth and low, sending a shiver down her spine.“I think so,” she whispered, her hands tightening slightly on the clutch she held.He smiled, that lazy, confident smile that made her heart trip, and offered his arm. She took it, feeling the warmth of him, the solid presence that had become her anchor in ways she didn’t yet fully understand.The car ride to his parents’ house was quiet, but not awkward. Their fingers brushed occasionally, and each touch sent sparks dancing across her skin. Every time he glanced at her, a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips, a

Aria knelt on the floor of her small apartment, knees tucked under her, breathing in the sharp scent of paint and fresh linens. The morning sun filtered through thin curtains, dust motes swirling lazily in the light. She wiped her damp palms on her jeans, a smudge of white on the fabric, and pressed a small hand against her rounded stomach.“You’re going to like it here,” she whispered softly, almost to herself. “This is your space. Our space.”Mrs. Grace, standing by the doorway with a tote bag slung over her shoulder, watched her with a fond smile. “Almost done, love. Just a few more things. You’ve done so well.”Aria gave a small, exhausted laugh. “Done? I’ve barely started. I still need diapers, wipes… the stroller.” Her voice caught a faint tremor in the middle. “Everything feels… enormous. And expensive.”Mrs. Grace moved closer, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’ve made a list. We’ll tackle it, one step at a time. Don’t let it scare you. You’re not alone in this.”

The morning light was soft and uncertain — the kind that slipped through thin hospital curtains like it was afraid to intrude. The world outside hummed faintly, but in this room, everything moved slower. Aria stirred against the white sheets, her body aching in places she didn’t know could ache. The air was cool, sterile. Somewhere down the hall, a baby cried — not hers, not yet. She blinked, and the world came into focus — the quiet beeping, the muted shuffle of shoes on linoleum. A nurse glanced over and smiled gently. “You’re awake,” she whispered, adjusting the IV line by Aria’s wrist. “How do you feel?” Aria tried to speak, but her throat was dry. “Like I… ran a marathon,” she rasped. The nurse’s smile deepened, warm and kind. “That’s about right,” she said softly. “You were strong. Stronger than most.” Aria turned her head, eyes flickering toward the corner of the room. Three tiny bassinets stood there — lined up neatly, like something sacred. Small bundles wrapped in pale

The evening light spilled into the small apartment — soft, honey-colored, fading fast. Aria sat on the couch, hair undone, a loose T-shirt hanging off one shoulder. The twins were finally asleep, sprawled in their cribs like tiny conquerors after a long war. The smallest of the three, her quiet one, slept in the bassinet beside her. His breathing was steady. Peaceful. She took a sip of lukewarm tea, winced, and sighed. Her phone sat face down on the table — a silent thing in the middle of the mess. She reached for it, hesitated, then scrolled until she found Mia’s name. It rang twice. “Finally!” Mia’s voice exploded through the speaker, loud and alive. “I was beginning to think you’d joined some kind of mommy cult.” Aria laughed — soft, weary, but real. “If I did, I’d probably be the leader by now.” “Ha! Don’t tempt me. I can already see you in a robe, holding a bottle instead of a scepter.” Aria snorted. “You’re insane.” “And you love me,” Mia said, mocking seriously. “Now

Aria sank onto the edge of her couch, her laptop closed beside her, her hands still trembling from the email she had just opened. The soft afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting stripes of gold across the apartment. The babies lay sleeping in their cribs, the quiet only broken by the occasional sigh or tiny fluttering hand. She held her phone, thumb hovering over Mia’s contact. She hadn’t called yet — hadn’t told anyone. But now… she had to. She needed someone to share this moment, someone who would cheer, laugh, and maybe even cry with her. She pressed the dial, heart hammering. “Hello?” Mia’s voice came through, bright and unsuspecting. “Mia… you won’t believe this,” Aria said, trying to keep her voice steady but failing spectacularly. There was a pause on the other end. “What? What is it? Are you okay?” Aria laughed, a trembling, half-crying, half-excited sound. “I… I got a job.” There was a sharp intake of breath. “Wait… what? A job? Aria, are you serious?”