All Chapters of Bound To My Boss By Babies: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The residence was too quiet.Every step I took echoed faintly against the polished floor. Everything felt monitored.A nurse introduced herself with a practiced smile.She told me that she came in for routine check-ins.She also asked me to prevent outside contacts without approvals.I nodded, playing with my fingers to hide my unease.My room overlooked a manicured garden that was artificial but perfect.I placed my palm against my stomach, breathing slowly.“Just thirty days,” I whispered. “We can do this.”The twins kicked, almost in response.That evening, a woman entered quietly.She wore no uniform and introduced herself as Dr. Han. She said she was an Independent maternal specialist.Her eyes lingered on me, not cold, not kind. She was gently assessing me.“They told me you’re unstable,” she said bluntly.I lifted my chin.“Then you’ll be disappointed,” I replied.Something like amusement flickered across her face. I wondered what amused her.She examined my heart rates, stres

I woke up to raised voices in the hallway. Doors opened and shut too quickly. Phones rang and went unanswered.I sat up slowly using one of my hands instinctively to cover my stomach. The twins were restless and were reacting to any sudden spike in my heartbeat.“It’s okay,” I murmured to them.“Something’s happening but it’s not bad.”I wasn't certain about it though. But I still had hope about different things.Dr. Han arrived without knocking.“They filed it,” she said immediately.I gasped in shock.“Wait. What? The injunction?” I asked.“Yes,” she confirmed.“Emergency jurisdiction. It was full of suspension of transfer authority.”Relief surged so fast it nearly made me dizzy.“They can’t move me?” I asked.She shook her head.“They can only do that illegally,” she said. “And not quietly.”I exhaled deeply.“They’ll fight it,” I said.“Yes,” Dr. Han agreed. “But now they have to do it in the light.”Downstairs, there was chaos.The residence director argued into a phone aggressiv

You don’t owe strangers access to your pain.”I leaned into him, breathing in the steady reassurance of his presence. Cassian said, taking the tablet away from me.“But they’re shaping a story about me and there is no way I can speak for myself,” I said with a shaky voice.Cassian tilted my chin gently so I had to look at him and told me to ignore public remarks.That night, Mary stayed up late.“There’s an opportunity,” she said carefully. “A controlled interview and independent journalist. I stiffened.“Public?” I asked.“Yes,” Mary admitted. “But not performative. It would be honest and limited.”Cassian looked at me. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he said immediately holding my hands.I sat with the thought longer than I expected.“I’m tired of being invisible,” I said finally. “And I don’t want my children to grow up thinking silence equals safety.”Cassian’s eyes softened.“I’ll be right there when you would be doing it ok?”The next morning, Mary arranged everything quickl

I sat straight with my hands folded over my stomach and Cassian beside me.The judge adjusted his glasses.“This court has reviewed the evidence,” he said. “The testimony, the medical documentation, and the conduct of all parties.”My heart pounded in fear as I listened to him, but I kept my face calm.“Effective immediately,” the judge continued,“any petition for custodial interference prior to birth is denied.”Cassian exhaled slowly and my eyes burnedThe judge said that I would retain full parental authority when I give birth and there would be no guardianship or access to third parties.The words landed softly and yet they shattered weeks of fear.The judge turned his gaze to Mr. Blackmoor.“This court is particularly concerned by attempts to manipulate medical assessments and witness testimony,” he said coolly.“Any further actions of this nature may result in sanctions.”Mr. Blackmoor’s expression remained composed like nothing had happened but his hands were clenched.“This

I showed Mary the screen in terror and she swore under her breath.“He’s closer than we thought,” she said.A noise echoed behind us. Footsteps that were too light for security.“Move,” Mary hissed and I hastened my steps with my heart beating fast in fear.We broke into a run.My lungs burned, panic flooding my system but I kept going for the twins and for myself.The exit door was in sight so was the man.He stepped out of the shadows calmly, blocking our path.It was not Mr. Blackmoor but someone younger and quite unfamiliar.He smiled.“You’re making this harder than it needs to be,” he said.Mary stepped in front of me. “Step aside,” she warned.The man laughed softly. “I don’t take orders,” he replied. “I deliver messages.”My hands curled into fists.“What message?” I demanded but I feared a bit.The man’s gaze flicked to my stomach.“London is only the beginning,” he said.“And distance doesn’t protect what matters most.”Before either of us could react, sirens blared and secu