THE BILLIONAIRE BABIES のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

⸻ LATER THAT MORNING The air was cool, but Ari felt warm inside — restless. Cynthia locked the apartment door and glanced at her. “You look pale.” “I’m fine,” Ari replied, though her voice lacked conviction. They walked in silence toward the library. Cars passed. Life moved on. But Ari felt stuck — suspended between two men, two futures, two versions of herself. Her phone vibrated. She froze. Cynthia noticed. “Is it him?” Ari looked down. Alexander. Another message. She hesitated… then opened it. I meant what I said. I’ll give you space. Just… let me know you’re safe. Her throat tightened. Cynthia stopped walking. “You’re shaking.” “I don’t know why he cares this much,” Ari whispered. “Because he loves you,” Cynthia said bluntly. Ari looked away quickly. “No. He’s just being responsible.” Cynthia scoffed softly. “Men don’t lose sleep over responsibility.” ⸻ ALEXANDER HOUSE — SAME TIME Alex hadn’t slept. The whiskey glass sat untouched on the table. He stare

⸻ MORNING — CYNTHIA’S APARTMENT Sunlight slipped through the curtains. Ari stirred on the couch, her neck aching. For a moment, she forgot everything. Then it all rushed back. The unknown caller. The black SUV. The woman. Alexander. Her heart tightened. She reached for her phone immediately. No new messages. Her chest sank. So he really meant it… Before she could think deeper into her thoughts, she heard a groan from Cynthia’s room. Ari quickly stood and walked in. Cynthia was sitting up in bed, holding her head. “I feel like I swallowed fire,” she muttered. “You look like it too,” Ari replied softly. Cynthia glanced at her. “Don’t start. My head is already punishing me.” Ari sat beside her. “What happened last night?” Cynthia went quiet. Then her expression hardened. “I saw Dave with another woman.” Ari froze. “What?” “At the club. In the VIP section. He said it was business.” She laughed bitterly. “Business my foot.” Ari felt anger rise inside her. “Did

⸻ Ari’s fingers tightened around the doorknob. Her breath stalled. Standing in front of her, hands tucked casually into his coat pockets, was Alexander. He looked tired. Not drunk. Not angry. Just… worn. “Hi, Ari,” he repeated, his voice lower this time. For a second, neither of them He had lost weight. Or maybe something else just made him look thinner overnight. Ari swallowed. “What are you doing here?” she asked quietly. “Can I come in?” She hesitated. Her mind screamed no. Her heart whispered yes. Without a word, she stepped aside. ⸻ INSIDE THE APARTMENT Alexander walked in slowly, glancing around the modest living room. The tall frame of Cynthia stood against the wall close to the TV. Then he turned to face her. “I’ve been looking for you.” “How did you know I was here, and how did you know this is Cynthia’s place?” Ari asked curiously. Silence. Alexander hadn’t thought of what to say about knowing her location. He ran a hand through his

⸻ IN THE EVENING AT DRAVENS GLOBAL Evander walked out. His secretary followed behind him. “Mr. Evander—” Evander halted. “Yes? How may I help you?” “I saw how you were looking at her. I know you have promised her something, and that means you’re sleeping with her also.” Evander raised his brow. “And how is that your business? Is that part of your work as a secretary?” The lady stared at him, speechless. “On no account should you stop me after work to blab about something that’s not in your job description. The next time you do that will be the last time you see the entrance of Dravens Global. And for the mistake you made, I corrected it and sent it to Alfred Groups. Your work here will be determined by them. Alexander Draven said that himself.” He stepped closer. “So if I were you, I would be praying instead of putting your face in other people’s business,” Evander warned. The lady froze. “I thought you said you would fix it,” she managed to speak. “Yes, I did my best.

⸻ EVANDER’S APARTMENT – NIGHT “Delaney!” Evander shouted. The woman on the bed stirred slowly. Delaney pushed herself up carefully, one hand supporting her heavy stomach. She blinked at him like she had just woken from a deep sleep. “Why are you shouting ?” she said weakly. Evander stood frozen. She looked… different. Her face was fuller. Her body heavier. The bump beneath her dress was no longer something that could be hidden. His eyes dropped to her stomach. It was bigger. Far bigger than he remembered. “You’re back,” he said slowly, shutting the room door behind him. “Without a call. Without a message.” Delaney sighed and leaned back against the headboard. “They took my phone . Contracts Restrictions. You wouldn’t understand.” Evander’s jaw tightened. “I tried calling you.” “I know,” she replied quietly. “I saw the missed calls later.” Silence filled the room. Then she looked at him carefully. “You look thinner,” she observed. “Are you sick?” The question caug