Savage Reborn: Dumped Him to Marry the Billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

The Neo-Veridia Annual Art Gala was the kind of event where the air conditioning smelled like money and the smiles were sharper than the canapés.Vespera sat in a high-backed velvet armchair near the edge of the ballroom. She was six months pregnant, and her feet—swollen and protesting against even the modest kitten heels she wore—had declared a strike.She swirled her sparkling water, watching the room with the detached amusement of a queen observing a court jester show."You look like you're plotting a murder," Oryn said, standing a respectful three feet away, scanning the crowd."Not a murder," Vespera corrected. "Just an exit strategy. My back hurts, and I want truffle fries.""Mr. Hale went to retrieve the car," Oryn noted. "He should be back shortly."Vespera scanned the crowd for her husband.She spotted him near the open bar. Even in a room full of billionaires, Cyprian Hale stood out. He moved with a lethal grace that made the other men look soft. He was waiting for a bottle

The Vane-Hale boardroom smelled faintly of dill and aggression.Vespera sat at the head of the table. She was nine months and one week pregnant. She felt large, immobile, and infinitely irritable. Her ankles were swollen, her back throbbed with a dull, rhythmic ache, and she had a craving for vinegar that was bordering on a dependency.Across from her sat Sebastian "Brad" Kael, the CEO of Apex Solutions.He looked polished, tanned, and incredibly smug. He was leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head, mansplaining logistics to the woman who had conquered the logistics market."Look, Vespera," Brad said, flashing a sympathetic smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I’m just being realistic. You’re... indisposed. The market hates uncertainty. Apex can take the Pacific Rim territory off your hands. We’ll call it a strategic partnership. It takes the stress off you while you go do the... mom thing."He gestured vaguely at her stomach, as if it were a bomb that was about to

03:14 AM.The sound cut through the silence of the Hale Fortress like a jagged knife.Waaaaaah!In the Master Suite, Cyprian Hale sat up in bed. His movement was instant, violent, and precise. His hand went to the nightstand, seeking a weapon that wasn't there anymore."Target acquired," he mumbled, blinking against the darkness.Beside him, Vespera groaned. She buried her face in the pillow, her hair a tangled mess of exhaustion."It’s your shift," she mumbled into the Egyptian cotton. "If I get up, I’m going to cry.""Stay down," Cyprian commanded, swinging his legs out of bed. "I have the situation under control."He stood up. He was wearing silk pajama bottoms and nothing else. His tattoos rippled as he stretched his neck. He looked like a warrior preparing for battle."Don't wake the nanny," Vespera whispered. "She’s terrifyingly cheerful.""The nanny is compromised," Cyprian grunted. "She hums. I don't trust people who hum."He walked out of the bedroom and down the hall toward

The Great Hall of the Hale Fortress had been transformed into a galaxy.For Altair’s first birthday, Cyprian had taken the boy’s name literally. The vaulted ceiling was covered in projection mapping that displayed a moving, high-definition star field. Thousands of tiny LED lights hung from invisible wires, mimicking floating stardust.The cake was a three-foot-tall replica of a rocket ship, dusted with edible gold."Is this... too much?" Vespera asked, adjusting the tiny bow tie on Altair’s collar."He's a Hale," Cyprian replied, sipping champagne. "There is no such thing as 'too much.' There is only 'sufficient' and 'underfunded'."Cyprian was in a good mood. He looked at his son, who was currently sitting in a high chair that looked suspiciously like a miniature throne, smashing a piece of vanilla cake into his ear."He looks dignified," Cyprian noted."He looks sticky," Vespera laughed. She wiped Altair’s face with a napkin. "It’s time for the ceremony."The guests gathered around.

Thirty Years Later.Lake Como, Italy.The sun hung low over the water, turning the surface of the lake into a sheet of hammered copper. The air smelled of lemon trees, rosemary, and the damp, cool scent of old stone.Vespera sat on the terrace of the villa, wrapped in a cashmere shawl the color of oatmeal.Her hair was silver now. Not gray—silver. It shone in the light, pulled back in an elegant chignon. Her face bore the map of her life: laugh lines around her eyes, a furrow in her brow from years of staring at screens, and a softness around her mouth that hadn't been there in her youth.She held a glass of Barolo in one hand and a thin, transparent slate in the other."He did it," she said softly.Cyprian walked out onto the terrace.He moved slower now. The limp from an old skiing injury (chasing the twins down a slope) bothered him when it rained, and his beard was snowy white. But his shoulders were still broad, and his grey eyes were still the sharpest things in the room.He sat