บททั้งหมดของ Accidentally Pregnant with the Billionaire’s Baby: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

"Someone knew you were coming here tonight, Adrian," Nathan whispered, his voice dangerously tight. "I stepped out for exactly two minutes to get Raina a bottle of water from the machine. When I came back, this was sitting on the chair right next to her head."Adrian’s blood ran completely cold. He snatched the black envelope from Nathan’s hand, tearing it open.Inside was an old photograph from nearly a decade ago. It showed a young Adrian standing on the deck of a mega-yacht in Monaco, his arm slung casually around the shoulder of a handsome, dark-haired young billionaire with a dangerously charming smile.It was Julian Vance—Adrian’s former best friend turned rival, the man Adrian had completely ruined and banished to Europe years ago after a ruthless betrayal.Adrian flipped the photograph over. Written on the back in elegant, arrogant silver ink was a single message:“The queen is dead. Long live the kings. See you back in Manhattan for the wedding, old friend. — J.”………………….Bac

Later that afternoon, the rain had stopped, leaving Fifth Avenue damp under the gray sky. Adrian stepped out of the limestone entrance of an elite, private club in Midtown after a high-profile lunch meeting with three of his primary board members. His security detail immediately swarmed the sidewalk, opening the door to his sleek black Maybach.As Adrian was about to step into the vehicle, a smooth, deeply familiar voice echoed through the crisp air."You always did know how to command a sidewalk, Adrian."Adrian paused, his hand gripping the top of the car door. He turned his head slowly.Walking toward him from the steps of the luxury hotel across the street was Julian Vance. He looked effortlessly handsome, dressed in a bespoke charcoal overcoat, a silver-headed cane resting lightly in his right hand. He was flanked by his own security, but he stopped just outside the perimeter of Adrian’s guards, a dangerously charming smile plastered across his face.The two men stared at each ot

The transition from Manhattan to the Glasshouse at Hudson Valley was seamless, executed with the quiet precision of a high-level military operation.By Tuesday afternoon, the penthouse was completely quiet. Under the guise of an early family vacation before the "Saturday wedding," Adrian’s private security detail had moved the family out of the city in a fleet of nondescript vehicles. Julian Vance’s observers across the street saw nothing but standard, everyday departures. They had no idea the chess pieces had already left the board.The Sterling Glasshouse Estate was nothing short of a winter masterpiece. Nestled deep within a private valley surrounded by hundreds of acres of ancient pine forests, the estate featured a massive, multi-tiered Victorian conservatory made entirely of dark crafted iron and glass. Inside, the air was warm, rich, and fragrant with the scent of thousands of white winter peonies and pale pink roses that Jean-Paul had spent the morning styling and getting them

Julian read the headline:"EXCLUSIVE: THE BLACKOUT WEDDING. Sources confirm billionaire Adrian Whitmore and Arabella Ashford were officially married two days ago in an ultra-private, highly secured location in the Hudson Valley, completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate."The phone in Julian Vance’s hand felt suddenly hot and heavy as the bold text of the headline flashed like a physical blow....completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate."No," Julian whispered, his voice slicing through the wind. "No, this is impossible."With a sudden, violent motion, he grabbed the binoculars again, pressing them so hard against his eyes that the metal bit into his skin. He swept the lens across the entire length of the Whitmore penthouse facade once more. Nothing. No hidden setups, no last-minute decoy a

Arabella took a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes locking onto Adrian’s. The moment the next wave hit, she didn't scream. She simply dug her fingers into Adrian’s hand and pushed with every single ounce of strength she had left in her.Adrian held her up, his arm wrapping securely behind her shoulders to help her carry the weight, his voice a constant, fierce whisper in her ear. "That’s it, Bella. Right there. I see him. I see our son."The room seemed to fade into a blur of bright lights, quiet medical murmurs, and the sheer, overwhelming force of nature. Arabella pushed through the exhaustion, through the memories of courtrooms, family betrayals, and the dark shadows of Claudia's manipulations. She was burning it all away, clearing the path for her son.One final, breathless, monumental push echoed through the quiet room.And then, a sudden, miraculous sound shattered the silence.It was a sharp, loud, and incredibly healthy cry.Arabella fell back against the pillows, her chest hea