บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Secret Baby After Divorce: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Cole's POVIt didn't take as long as I expected before I arrived at Eric’s estate. I did so right when the sky began to dip into that soft gold. It was my first time in his territory.The place looked grand and too polished. It had tall iron gates that opened smoothly at my approach. The security personnel were already informed of my arrival, and by the time I rolled down my window, they saw my face, they didn't ask any questions. I was let in.A uniformed staff member greeted me politely and professionally as I stepped out, but was still curious in that restrained way people got when they recognized you but didn’t dare say it.“Mr. Warren,” he said. “Mr. Damon is expecting you.”I nodded once and followed him inside.I was led into a sitting room near the main staircase, a place clearly designed for waiting, and I did without getting too comfortable.“Mr. Damon will be with you shortly,” the staff member said.“Thank you,” I replied, already loosening my cuffs.A few seconds later, a

Bella's POVThe next day...I sat on the rug with Miles propped against my thigh, while Rose stood a few steps away from us, her small fingers twisting the hem of her dress as she stared at him with open curiosity.“This is Miles,” I told her gently, smiling. “He’s your little brother.”"Brother?""Yes... Yes, he is," I smiled.Miles gurgled, a bubble of saliva forming at his lips as if he approved of the title. His tiny hands flailed, catching nothing but air.Rose tilted her head. “He’s small,” she said seriously.I laughed quietly. “He is, dear. But he’ll grow.”She edged closer, slow and cautious, then crouched down and reached out with one finger, poking Miles’s chubby cheek. He squealed, delighted, and kicked his legs.Rose’s face lit up. “He laughed.”“Yes,” I said, my chest tightening. “He likes you.”That much was true. Miles didn’t know words yet, didn’t understand who she was, but something in him recognized her. Babies always knew before adults did.I watched them together

Bella's POVI used to believe names were just sounds we answered to, labels stitched onto us so the world could tell one person from another. But standing beside Cole in a quiet office and a bored-looking clerk sliding papers across the desk, I realized how powerful a name could be. A name could protect, a name could hide, and a name could save a life.Cole and I didn’t rush into the decision, and every time we talked about it, there was a weight in the room.Eric still knew his daughter as Rose. Even though he didn't know who she was or where she was. He only knew her name.And sometimes, that was enough to be a problem.Even when he thought she was lost forever, even when he believed she was somewhere in the world with strangers who might never love her the way he would have, he still held on to that name like it was the last thread tying him to her.I couldn’t risk that thread leading back to her.So Cole and I sat together late one night, Miles asleep between us, Rose curled up on

Mia's POVAlan and I agreed to meet at a local diner near the college. After a while of driving, the diner came into view. I parked my car and checked my reflection in the mirror out of habit. I needed to make sure I looked good. After that, I paused. For a moment, I sat there, fingers resting on the steering wheel, my heart thudding with a nervous anticipation for what might happen.I grabbed my bag and stepped out, smoothing my hair as I walked toward the entrance.The bell above the door chimed softly when I pushed it open. The smell of coffee, grilled onions, and sugar hit me instantly. I scanned the entire place as I looked for Alan, and then I saw him.Alan was already seated in a booth near the window, one arm draped casually along the backrest, sunlight catching in his hair. He looked up the moment I stepped inside, like he’d been waiting for that exact second, and his face broke into a smile that made my chest ache in the most familiar way.He lifted his hand and waved. “Hey.

Mia's POVI closed my bedroom door behind me and leaned against it for a second, exhaling slowly. Then I crossed the room and headed straight for the bathroom. The shower water hit my skin warmly, steam rising quickly and fogging the mirror. I tilted my head back and let it run over me, washing away the last of my sleep. My mind drifted lazily to the classes I had today, the emails I needed to send, and the senior project that somehow still managed to surprise me with new demands, even this close to graduation. Being in my final stretch at Harvey Mudd felt surreal.I shut off the water and wrapped myself in a towel, stepping out to face my reflection. I looked… fine. I smiled at myself faintly, then went back into my room to get dressed.I chose something simple. Tailored trousers, a soft blouse, and a light jacket. I slipped on my watch, grabbed my bag, and checked my phone quickly. No new messages. Alan would probably be in class already.By the time I stepped outside, the morning s