All Chapters of A BILLIONAIRE’S EXCEPTION : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

AMETHYST POV I could still feel him there. Even though I had tried everything to push him out, to get him to leave, Ezekiel Thompson refused. I didn’t want him here. Not like this. Not when I was tired, sick, and trying to think straight about the life growing inside me. Yet there he was. Sitting on the edge of my bed like he owned the space, his eyes fixed on me with that infuriating intensity that made my stomach flutter in ways I hated admitting. I wrapped the towel tighter around myself, pacing the small bedroom like that would make him go away. “Amethyst…” he called, calm, patient, even gentle. But there was a firmness underneath that made my chest tighten. I spun around. “Why are you still here?” I demanded, though my voice cracked slightly. He raised an eyebrow. “Because I said I’m sleeping here. I want to make sure you’re okay. And our child.” I blinked. My heart skipped a beat, but anger quickly pushed the feeling down. “You’re crazy,” I muttered, trying to sound co

I didn’t realize how much time had passed until the afternoon sunlight began to soften through the tall windows of the Thompson mansion. After lunch, I had expected Ezekiel to bring me back to my condo immediately. That had been my assumption from the beginning. But the moment his mother gently held my hand and invited me to stay a little longer, I found myself unable to refuse. “Come with me, dear,” Mrs. Thompson said warmly. “There’s something I want to show you.” Her smile was gentle, the kind that carried an unspoken kindness behind it. For a moment, I glanced at Ezekiel, unsure if I should follow her. He simply nodded once. “Go ahead,” he said. So I did. Mrs. Thompson led me toward a cozy sitting room on the second floor of the mansion. Compared to the grand living room downstairs, this space felt far more personal. The room was filled with warm tones, soft couches, and shelves lined with books and framed photographs. It felt lived in. Comfortable. Like a plac

After dinner, I honestly thought Ezekiel would bring me back to my condo. The night had already grown quiet outside the mansion, and the exhaustion from the long day was slowly settling into my body. Between the clinic visit, the conversations with his parents, and the emotions I had been carrying since morning, all I wanted was to return to my own bed and rest. But things didn’t happen the way I expected. While we were still seated in the living room, Mrs. Thompson suddenly looked at us with a gentle but firm smile. “You two shouldn’t drive back tonight,” she said. Ezekiel raised an eyebrow slightly. “Why not?” “It’s already late,” she replied calmly. “And Amethyst needs to rest.” I immediately shook my head. “Oh, it’s alright, Mrs. Thompson,” I said quickly. “Ezekiel can just drop me off at my condo.” “Nonsense,” she said warmly. “You’re staying here tonight.” I blinked in surprise. “Here?” She nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Yes. The mansio

EZEKIEL POV Something changed after last night.I didn’t need anyone to point it out. I felt it the moment we stepped out of my room that morning.It was subtle.The way Amethyst walked just a little ahead of me, as if she needed space. The slight tension in her shoulders, like she was holding herself together. The way she avoided my eyes whenever our hands brushed, as if even that small contact carried too much weight now.She was trying to act normal.But nothing about this felt normal anymore.And I wasn’t the same either.Because the moment she said yes last night… everything shifted.She wasn’t just someone I was drawn to.She wasn’t just someone I felt responsible for because of the child she carried.Amethyst Villarreal became something more.Something I couldn’t easily define.But something I knew I wouldn’t let go of.Breakfast was quiet, but not in a peaceful way.My mother noticed the tension immediately. She didn’t say anything, but I saw the way her eyes lingered on us—o

AMETHYST POV Sunlight streamed softly through the blinds, casting a warm glow across on my condo. I stood near the window, hands pressed against the glass, tracing invisible lines as my thoughts spun wildly. Today, everything would change. I could feel it. The past weeks months, really of secrecy, tension, and suppressed emotion had led to this exact moment. And I wasn’t sure I was ready.Ezekiel leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, watching me. There was a calm in his presence, but it carried an unmistakable weight. Possession. Protection. That intensity he always carried, heightened even more after last night.“You’re thinking too much again,” he said softly, stepping closer.I shook my head, forcing a small smile. “Just… nervous.”He moved to stand beside me, his hand brushing against mine. I didn’t pull away. How could I? Every time I tried to resist him, every attempt at independence, he had a way of making me realize that resistance was pointless. Not because he overp