The Billionaire’s Secret baby의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 9

The heat of Julian’s touch lingered on Elara’s skin long after he pulled away. He returned to his desk, his movements sharp and predatory."The HR department sent your resume up as a ‘special recommendation,’" Julian said, flicking a folder across the mahogany surface. "I didn't realize they were recommending a ghost."Elara reached for the folder, her fingers trembling slightly. "I have the qualifications, Julian. I’ve spent the last three years working in administrative design. I need this salary.""Why?" Julian’s eyes narrowed, scanning her modest blazer and the slight shadows under her eyes. "Where did all that 'independent spirit' go, Elara? The girl I knew wouldn't have come crawling back to a Sterling for a paycheck.""The girl you knew grew up," Elara snapped, her protective mother instincts flaring. "People have responsibilities. Expenses.""Expenses," Julian repeated, his voice dripping with skepticism. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving her face. "Fine. You

The drive to Elara’s apartment was silent, the air in the back of Julian’s Maybach thick enough to choke on. Julian stared out the window, his jaw tight. He was a man who planned every merger, every hostile takeover, and every penny of his wealth. But he hadn't planned for the feeling of his heart trying to claw its way out of his chest."He’s sleeping," Elara whispered as they pulled up to the curb of her modest building. "Please, Julian. Don't wake him up with a scene. He’s sensitive."Julian didn't answer. He simply opened the door and stepped out into the humid night air, his polished Italian shoes looking wildly out of place on the cracked pavement.They climbed the narrow stairs in silence. When Elara unlocked the door, the scent of lavender and baby cereal hit Julian like a physical blow. It was so... human. So unlike the sterile, marble halls of his own life."Wait here," Elara commanded, but Julian ignored her. He followed her into the small bedroom illuminated by a dim, star

The dressing room was larger than Elara’s entire apartment. Racks of silk, chiffon, and velvet lined the walls, all curated by Julian’s personal shopper in a matter of hours. Elara reached for a simple black slip, but her hand stopped on a gown that seemed to glow under the recessed lighting. It was liquid gold—a floor-length silk masterpiece with a plunging back and a neckline that demanded confidence she didn't feel.When she finally stepped out into the bedroom, Julian was waiting. He had changed into a midnight-black tuxedo, his cufflinks glinting like cold stars. He was pouring a glass of scotch, but the moment he heard the rustle of her dress, he turned.The glass nearly slipped from his fingers.The dress clung to Elara like a second skin, highlighting every curve he had memorized three years ago. Her hair was pinned up in a sophisticated, loose bun, leaving her neck bare and vulnerable."You look..." Julian’s voice failed him for a second. He cleared his throat, his eyes darke

The world seemed to slow to a crawl. Julian’s finger tightened on the trigger, his breath held in a state of icy precision. On the ledge, the kidnapper saw the death in Julian’s eyes and made his move. He didn't jump; he shoved Leo outward, intending to use the boy's fall as a distraction to vanish into the shadows of the neighboring roof."No!" Elara’s scream was a raw, primal sound that tore through the wind.She lunged, her fingers brushing the rough wool of Leo’s blanket just as the boy was cast into the void. At the same instant, a deafening crack echoed off the glass walls. Julian’s bullet found its mark, taking the kidnapper in the shoulder and sending him spinning backward into the darkness.But Julian wasn't looking at his target. He had already dropped the gun, his body moving with a desperate, lunging speed he didn't know he possessed.Elara was halfway over the railing, her hands locked onto the hem of Leo’s blanket. The weight of the child pulled her down, her silk heels s