ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

ALEX’S POVThere are headlines and then there are bomb detonations.By 8:17 a.m., the news had already outgrown us.It started as a controlled release with one carefully worded statement, and one photo from last night, Ariana’s hand resting lightly over her stomach, both of us smiling like the future wasn’t fragile.By 8:19, it was everywhere.Business blogs, lifestyle magazines, and finance analysts speculating about “legacy implications.” Social media is calling it the Sterling heir.By 8:25, the board secretary had texted me three times.By 8:30, my grandfather’s assistant sent a single message:Call me.I sit at my desk now, the skyline stretching behind me through the floor-to-ceiling glass of Sterling Tower. My phone keeps vibrating against the polished oak.Filled with congratulations, investor inquiries and two interview requests.I don’t regret the story going public, not for a second. Ariana shouldn’t have to carry this quietly like it’s a liability. Our child isn’t a secret

ALEX’S POVThe city hummed around us as we drove to the studio. The morning air was crisp, sharp with possibility, and Ariana’s hand rested lightly on mine. Her touch grounded me, reminded me why we were doing this, not for the headlines, not for the investors, not for Jerry but for us.The car slid into the valet lane at the studio. Cameras flashed, and the murmur of the press followed us like a wave. Ariana’s grip on my hand tightened for a second. I gave her a small, reassuring squeeze.“Ready?” I asked.She nodded, smiling, though I could see the tension behind her eyes. “As I’ll ever be.”We walked inside. The studio smelled faintly of coffee and polished wood, a familiar scent that always seemed to calm me. Producers and camera crews hustled around, wires trailing like vines across the floor. Lights hung above us, ready to spotlight every word we said.The interviewer, a poised woman with an easy smile, gestured toward the set. “Alex, Ariana, thank you for joining us today.

ARIANA’S POVI found Alex in his study that evening, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, the faint glow of his laptop reflecting against the sharp lines of his face. He looked up the second I stepped in, and the intensity in his eyes softened instantly.“There’s my favorite girl,” he said, closing the file he’d been reviewing. His gaze dropped automatically to my stomach, and the corner of his mouth curved. “And my other favorite.”I leaned against the doorframe for a moment, watching him. The weight he carried was always there, silent but around me, it eased up, just a little.“I have a proposition,” I said carefully.His eyebrow lifted. “That sounds dangerous.”“It might be,” I admitted, crossing the room and settling into the chair across from him. “But hear me out before you say no.”He leaned back, studying me like I was a negotiation he wanted to win but didn’t fully understand yet. “I’m listening.”I took a breath. “Lily thinks we should do a gender reveal.”The silence stretche

ARIANA’S POVThe living room was a disaster of pastel swatches, ribbon samples, and mood boards.Lily stood in the center of it all like a general commanding a very glamorous army. “Absolutely not,” she declared, holding up a neon pink balloon. “We are not doing anything that screams circus.”I laughed from my spot on the couch, one hand resting over my stomach. The baby had been active all morning, small fluttering reminders that this wasn’t just a party we were planning.This was our child.“I said intimate,” I reminded her. “Family and close friends. That’s it.”“Yes,” Lily said, dropping onto the coffee table dramatically. “But intimate doesn’t mean boring. We can do it elegantly. Soft lighting. Maybe a garden setup?”I pictured it. White roses. Soft music. Alex smiled as the color filled the air.It was supposed to be simple. My phone buzzed on the table. I glanced at the screen. It was Alex Can we talk? Privately.My stomach tightened, and it was not from the baby.Lily saw

ARIANA’S POVI woke up to my phone vibrating nonstop.For a moment, I didn’t move. I was still wrapped in the warmth of yesterday—pink and blue balloons against a white sky, my mother crying, Alex laughing in disbelief.I was having twins……a boy and a girl.I placed my hand over my stomach, smiling softly. Then my phone buzzed again, and again, and again.I reached for it. There were Ninety-three notifications which were missed calls, messages, and mentions.My stomach tightened not from nausea, but from instinct.Beside me, Alex was already awake, sitting against the headboard with his laptop open. His expression was calm.“It’s everywhere,” he said quietly.I opened social media and there it was.A video clip of the moment the box opened. Pink and blue balloons exploding into the sky. My shocked whisper….“Twins?” Alex’s stunned laugh. Lily screams in the background.Someone had recorded it and had posted it and overnight, it had gone viral. Headlines flooded my screen.Sterling Hei