บททั้งหมดของ One Night After Betrayal : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

he penthouse felt quieter that evening.Too quiet.After the panic earlier, after the security briefings and tense conversations, the silence now felt unnatural.Like the calm before another storm.Amelia stood alone on the balcony outside the guest bedroom, arms folded tightly against the cold breeze.Paris glittered below her.Beautiful.Distant.Untouchable.Normally, the view would have comforted her.Tonight, it only reminded her how small she felt inside Alexander’s world.Security guards now stood downstairs twenty-four hours a day.Two vehicles followed whenever anyone left the building.Even the children noticed the tension.Leo had asked why “serious men” kept walking around with earpieces.Noah wanted to know if they were superheroes.And the youngest…He had stayed unusually close to Amelia all afternoon.Quiet.Watchful.As if sensing the fear surrounding the adults.Amelia closed her eyes briefly.Everything was changing too fast.A soft knock sounded behind her.She tur

Amelia woke slowly to warmth pressed against her side.For a brief moment, she forgot where she was.The room remained dim, soft morning light slipping through the curtains in pale streaks across the bed.Then she felt tiny fingers clutching the fabric of her shirt.Memory returned instantly.The little boy still slept curled tightly against her chest, his breathing slow and peaceful.Amelia’s heart softened immediately.Carefully, she brushed curls away from his forehead without waking him.The child sighed softly in his sleep and moved closer instead.As if instinctively searching for comfort.Her chest tightened painfully.Years.She had lost years with him.Years of mornings like this.Years of tiny sleepy hugs and bedtime stories and scraped knees and first words.The grief arrived quietly this time.Not sharp.Not violent.Just deep.Steady.Heavy.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.The bedroom door opened slightly before Alexander stepped inside.He paused immediately upon

The penthouse felt emotionally drained after Amelia left Natasha’s room.Even the air seemed heavier.She walked downstairs slowly, her thoughts tangled painfully together.Part of her felt angry all over again.Another part felt strangely hollow.Because hearing Natasha speak about their childhood cracked open memories Amelia usually kept buried.The constant comparisons.The tension inside the house.The way love always felt conditional after her mother died.She hated that Natasha still affected her emotionally after everything.But family wounds rarely disappeared cleanly.They lingered.Quiet.Deep.Amelia paused outside the playroom before stepping inside.The moment she entered, three little faces turned toward her immediately.And somehow—Everything inside her softened.The twins sat cross-legged on the floor building something complicated with blocks while the youngest boy watched them carefully.The second he spotted Amelia, he smiled.That smile hit her directly in the che

Sylvia Bennett waited downstairs like she owned the building.Of course she did.Women like Sylvia entered every room believing power naturally belonged to them.Amelia saw her immediately the moment she stepped into the private lounge near the penthouse entrance.Elegant cream-colored suit.Perfect hair.Diamond earrings.Cold posture.She looked exactly the same as she always had.Controlled.Sharp.Untouchable.Only older now.Harder somehow.The moment Sylvia’s eyes landed on Amelia, they narrowed slightly with calculated observation.Not warmth.Never warmth.Assessment.Judgment.Alexander remained beside Amelia as they approached.His presence filled the room immediately, dark and imposing enough that even Sylvia visibly adjusted her posture.Still, the older woman recovered quickly.“Alexander,” she greeted smoothly.“Sylvia.”No friendliness existed in his tone.Good.Amelia appreciated that more than she could explain.Sylvia’s attention shifted back toward Amelia.“You look

The twins did not let the kiss go.Not even a little.For the next hour, Amelia endured relentless interrogation from three very determined children.“Why were you kissing?”“Since when do you kiss?”“Was it romantic?”“Are you married now?”The questions came nonstop.Alexander, meanwhile, handled the situation with suspicious calm.Amelia glared at him from across the living room while the boys sat between them like tiny investigators.“You could help me,” she muttered.Alexander sipped his coffee smoothly.“I am helping.”“You absolutely are not.”One of the twins gasped dramatically.“You’re fighting already.”“We are not fighting,” Amelia and Alexander answered together.The boys exchanged identical looks.“Definitely married behavior,” Noah whispered loudly.The youngest looked deeply impressed by this conclusion.Amelia covered her eyes briefly.“This is a nightmare.”Alexander looked entirely too amused now.“You’re the one who laughed first.”“Because I was in shock!”The lit