Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

The Sterling Villa was quiet, but this time, it was a peaceful silence. The curtains in the master bedroom were drawn, filtering the afternoon sun into a soft, amber glow.Sebastian lay in the center of the massive bed. He was asleep. His face was flushed with an unnatural red, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead. The extreme physical exertion from the board meeting had triggered a severe inflammatory response. His temperature had spiked to 39.5°C (103°F).Harper sat by the bedside, wringing out a towel in a basin of cool water. Her eyes were swollen. She hadn't slept in 24 hours.She gently wiped his burning forehead, his neck, and his chest. His skin was scorching hot. Even in his sleep, his brows were knitted in pain, and his legs twitched occasionally from the lingering spasms."You idiot," Harper whispered, brushing a wet strand of hair from his face. "Thirty seconds... you really are a crazy gambler."She traced the line of his jaw with her finger. "But you were cool. I'll gi

Back at the Sterling Estate, the chaotic energy of the rescue had settled into a quiet, efficient rhythm.A private medical team had checked Harper’s parents. Apart from some bruises and shock, they were physically fine. They were now resting in one of the luxury guest suites, still dazed by the sheer size of the mansion.In the master bedroom, the atmosphere was much more intimate.Harper sat on the edge of the bed. Sebastian sat in his wheelchair facing her, a first-aid kit on his lap. He held a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic. His hand, usually steady enough to sign billion-dollar contracts, was trembling slightly."This might sting," he whispered, his eyes filled with pain as he looked at the cut on her lip."It's okay," Harper smiled, though it came out as a wince. "I'm tough."Sebastian gently dabbed the wound. He applied a cooling ointment to her swollen cheek. Every mark on her face felt like a whip lash on his heart."I should have protected you better," Sebastian said, his

The engagement ring sparkled on Harper’s finger, a beacon of pink fire under the morning sun. It had been twenty-four hours since the proposal in the garden. Twenty-four hours of bliss.Harper sat at the dining table, staring at her hand, giggling like a teenager. "If you stare at it any longer, the diamond might melt," Liam teased, pouring himself coffee."Shut up, Liam," Harper grinned. "I'm just making sure it's real."Sebastian rolled into the room. He wasn't walking today. Dr. Ryan had strictly forbidden him from standing for more than five minutes a day until his muscles strengthened. But his aura was different. The gloom was gone. He radiated the calm, confident power of a man who had everything."Morning, Mrs. Sterling-to-be," Sebastian kissed the top of her head."Morning, Boss," Harper blushed."I have a meeting with the Board regarding the merger," Sebastian said, stealing a piece of toast from her plate. "But tonight, we are celebrating. Just us. I booked the entire roofto

The dinner party ended in a strange, heavy silence. As the guests left, Richard Vance didn't say goodbye to Isabella. Instead, he stared at Harper one last time, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and hope, before getting into his limousine.Isabella was furious. She stormed into the living room, throwing her expensive clutch onto the sofa. "That little... peasant!" she screeched. "She embarrassed me! And Dad! Why was he looking at her like that? Like she was a ghost!"Sebastian rolled in, holding a glass of whiskey. Harper walked beside him, looking tired but victorious."Maybe," Sebastian said coolly, "your father appreciates authenticity. Something you lack, Isabella.""Authenticity?" Isabella scoffed. "She's a noodle girl who memorized a few French phrases! Dad is probably just senile.""Isabella," Sebastian’s voice dropped an octave. "Go to your room. Before I forget you are a guest and throw you out."Isabella glared at him, then at Harper. She stomped up the stairs, he

The atmosphere in the Sterling Villa was suffocating. Richard Vance sat in the library, holding a sealed envelope. His hands were shaking slightly. Isabella stood by the window, examining her nails, looking bored. But her heart was pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird.Sebastian and Harper sat opposite Richard. Harper sat straight, her hands clasped in her lap. She wasn't nervous about the result—she knew the truth now. She was nervous about how this would change everything."Open it, Dad," Isabella said lazily. "Let's get this over with so we can kick the impostor out."Richard glared at his daughter, then tore open the envelope. He pulled out the document. Paternity Test Report. Subject A: Richard Vance. Subject B: Harper Evans.He scanned down to the bottom of the page. Conclusion: Based on the genetic markers analyzed, the probability of paternity is 0.00%. The alleged father is excluded as the biological father of the child.Richard froze. He read it again. And again. Th