Semua Bab The Billionaire's Forced Bride : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chapter 31Damian’s JealousyDamian’s POV“Enjoying yourself, right?”The words slipped out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t take them back, not when she was leaning into him like that, her head resting on his shoulder as if it had been carved there just for her.Rami didn’t move. His arm was still around her, his other hand on her stomach, his thumb stroking small, soothing circles against her dress. My stomach knotted so tight I almost forgot how to breathe.“She’s fine,” he said, without even glancing at me. His voice was maddeningly calm, like he owned the moment. “The baby just kicked, for the first time.”The words punched me in the gut. My gaze dropped to where his hand covered hers. My hand should’ve been there. I should’ve been the first to feel it. I should’ve been the one she leaned on, the one she smiled at through tears.“I wasn’t talking to you,” I bit out, my tone like ice. My eyes locked on Amara. “You couldn’t call me?”Her brows furrowed, eyes sharp and filled

Chapter 33The Heiress RevealedAmara’s POV“Sunshine,” Rami’s voice was soft but urgent, slipping into the hospital room as if he was afraid someone might catch him there.I shifted carefully in bed, my daughter nestled against me, her tiny breaths like music against my chest. “You sound like you’re about to confess to a crime,” I whispered, exhaustion and suspicion coloring my tone.He gave a short laugh, though his eyes remained grave. “In a way… I am.”I frowned. “What do you mean?”He stepped closer, his gaze landing to the sleeping baby, then back to me. “Amara, there’s something I should have told you a long time ago. Something your mother wanted you to know.”My heart stuttered at the mention of my mother. I have never felt like a daughter ever since my mother gave birth to my younger siste, Sis. Not even a day without being tagged the bad egg of the family. I sometimes wonder if she's truly my mother, or there's something hidden I'm yet to know. My mother. “What about her?”R

Chapter 35The Blackmail FileAmara’s POV“Do you think she suspects anything?”The voice was faint but sharp enough to freeze me in one place. I pressed myself against the cool wall outside the private wing of the hospital, clutching my baby tighter to my chest. My daughter stirred slightly, but I swayed to soothe her, praying she wouldn’t cry and give me away.Victor’s low rumble followed. “She’s not stupid, Caroline. You keep underestimating her.”Caroline’s reply was a hiss. “And you keep overestimating her. She’s fragile, emotional, too busy nursing a baby to sniff out the truth.”I nearly stepped inside right then, but something in her tone made me hold still. My chest tightened. Truth?Victor muttered, “If she ever finds that file...”Caroline cut him off sharply. “She won’t. I’ve kept it hidden for decades. Do you understand? That file destroys everything. You, me, even her father.”My heart pounded so hard I thought it might wake the baby. I shifted against the wall, my mind

Chapter 37The Court of SecretsAmara’s POV“Why hide? Why never appear?” I whispered to myself in the dead silence of the night, staring at the faint city lights glowing through the hospital window. My baby stirred in her crib beside me, the softest sigh leaving her lips.But there were no answers. Just more shadows. More lies.I was tired of whispers. If the so called ghost lawyer wouldn’t show his face, then I would drag the truth out of the man who raised me...my father.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>The next morning, I walked into his study at the mansion, the one place Caroline rarely invaded. The smell of old books and whiskey filled the air. He looked up from behind his mahogany desk, startled to see me standing there with determination burning in my eyes.“Amara,” he said carefully. “What are you doing here? You should be resting.”I didn’t waste time. “We need to talk.”His brows furrowed. “About what?”“The truth.” My voice didn’t waver. “About my mother, about the inheritance, about

Chapter 39Den of SecretsAmara’s POV“Rami, please...just listen!” I shouted down the corridor, my voice breaking, echoing against the cold marble walls of the courthouse. The sharp staccato of my heels on the polished floor sounded like thunder in the crowded lobby as I chased after him. He didn’t stop. He didn’t even look back. His tall frame pushed through the stream of people, his shoulders rigid, his steps mercilessly fast.“Damn it,” I hissed under my breath, slamming my palm against the nearest wall. The sting in my hand was nothing compared to the ache twisting inside my chest. My breath came in uneven gasps, guilt and fury swirling in equal measure, choking me.I pressed my back against the wall, clutching it as though it could steady the storm inside me. My heart drummed so violently, I could hear it in my ears, an angry reminder of the kiss...of Damian’s lips on mine, of the way Rami’s eyes had shattered when he saw us.This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Not with him,