Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Secret Baby: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 105

The rain had not returned in full force since the birth, but it lingered—soft, persistent, a quiet companion that tapped against the hospital windows and whispered against the roof of the compound when they finally brought little Alexander home. Three days had passed since the emergency C-section. Three days since Amara first held her son against her chest and felt his heartbeat sync with hers. Three days since the family stood in a tight circle around the bassinet in the recovery room and stared at the tiny life that had somehow survived everything they had not.The hospital discharged Amara on the morning of the fourth day. The sky was overcast but dry. The air smelled clean, almost hopeful. Daniel drove the car—slowly, carefully, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Amara’s knee. In the back seat, Amara cradled the baby in the car seat, eyes never leaving his face. Elena sat beside her, one hand gently touching the blanket that swaddled him. Theo followed in his own car w

The drizzle outside had become a constant companion, not heavy enough to flood the paths anymore, but steady enough to keep the windows fogged and the world beyond the compound blurred and distant. Inside, the living room had transformed into a quiet sanctuary. The bassinet now sat in the center, surrounded by a loose circle of chairs and cushions dragged from every corner of the house. Candles flickered on the side tables—small flames Elena had lit at dusk, saying it helped the baby feel the warmth of home even when the air was cool.Little Alexander Junior slept deeply now, the way only newborns can—complete surrender, tiny chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm, one fist curled near his mouth, the other tucked against his cheek. His skin still carried that fragile, almost translucent quality of the first few days, but the flush from birth had faded into a soft, even tone. Every few minutes he made a small sound—a sigh, a hiccup, a faint suckling motion—and the entire family pau

The rain had returned in the early hours of the fifth day after little Alexander Junior came home. Not the violent storm that had once tried to drown the compound, but a patient, whispering drizzle that tapped against the roof tiles and slid down the veranda glass in slow, silver trails. It was the kind of rain that made everything feel smaller, softer, more intimate—as though the world outside had stepped back to give this new family room to breathe.Inside the living room, the bassinet now occupied the spot near the wide window where the morning light fell softest, and the small circle of chairs and cushions had remained in place, as though the family had silently agreed that this was where they would live for a while—close to the baby, close to each other, close to whatever fragile peace they had managed to gather.Alexander Junior slept in the bassinet, wrapped in the pale yellow blanket Nia had knitted. His breathing was small and even, a rhythm so delicate it seemed to hush the