Todos os capítulos de Billionaire Romance: Mine Tonight: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The Wedding Day - At Marcus Chen’s Estate Seraphine woke in the guest suite to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the immediate realization: today she was getting married. Film Maya was already awake, coffee in hand. “The bride emerges. How’d you sleep?” “Surprisingly well.” Seraphine accepted the coffee gratefully. “Is it raining?” “Clear skies. Seventy-two degrees. Your weather luck is perfect.” Film Maya opened the curtains fully, revealing the estate gardens below where staff were setting up ceremony chairs. “Damien’s been up since five. Marcus said he’s stress-pacing in the library.” “Of course he is.” Seraphine smiled despite herself. “Is he okay?” “Marcus says he’s fine, just processing that this is actually happening. Very on-brand for Damien.” The morning became a blur of activity. Catherine arrived with the makeup and hair team. Lizzie and Elena brought breakfast and champagne. Chloe documented everything with her camera, capturing the chaotic joy of pr

Two Weeks After Returning from Honeymoon Married life in the brownstone established its own rhythm distinct from their previous cohabitation. This was their space, designed together, every choice deliberate and shared. Seraphine woke most mornings to find Damien already in his home office on calls with international markets, but now he’d leave coffee ready and a note about when he’d surface for breakfast. She’d taken over the third-floor office overlooking the garden, turning it into Ashton Productions headquarters for the days she worked from home. Currently, she was reviewing submissions for their next development slate while fielding excited messages from her team about Toronto Film Festival preparations. David: We need to coordinate travel for the team. Should we book hotels now or wait? Seraphine: Book now. Festival hotels fill early. Budget for five people plus whatever talent attaches. Tessa: The immigration drama is getting serious Oscar buzz already. Trades are calling i

Two Weeks Later - Nine Weeks Pregnant The ultrasound appointment was scheduled for ten AM. Seraphine woke feeling nervous and nauseous in equal measure morning sickness had arrived with a vengeance, making the first hours of each day miserable. Damien appeared with saltine crackers and ginger tea, the routine they’d established over the past week. “How’s the nausea?” “Manageable. The crackers help.” She nibbled one carefully. “Are you nervous about today?” “Extremely. But also curious. Seeing actual visual confirmation makes it more real.” They’d kept the pregnancy completely private so far. Not even their families knew. Seraphine had dodged her mother’s calls and blamed fatigue on work stress when anyone asked. But after today’s ultrasound, assuming everything looked healthy, they’d planned to start telling people. Dr. Martinez’s office was quiet, designed for privacy. The ultrasound technician, Maria, was warm and professional as she prepared Seraphine for the examination. “

Sixteen Weeks Pregnant - Late November The pregnancy could no longer be hidden. Seraphine’s body had shifted in ways that maternity clothes accommodated but couldn’t conceal. She’d made it through Film Maya’s wedding photos carefully angled, strategically posed but industry events were becoming more challenging. “The Hollywood Reporter wants an interview,” Maya Rodriguez said over their weekly call. “They’re doing a profile series on emerging producers. This is significant visibility.” “When?” “Two weeks. They want to do it at your office, get photos of you working. Very professional, very focused on your achievements.” Maya paused. “They’ll notice you’re pregnant, Sera. We need to decide how to handle that.” “We can’t hide it. I’m sixteen weeks. It’s visible.” Seraphine looked down at her expanding middle. “I guess we address it directly? Brief mention, then move past it to focus on the work?” “That’s my recommendation. Get ahead of the speculation, control the narrative, make

Twenty-Eight Weeks Pregnant - Late January Film Maya’s wedding had been perfect intimate ceremony, Seraphine managing her maid of honor duties despite being seven months pregnant and exhausted. Now, two weeks later, she was paying for the exertion with swollen ankles and persistent back pain. “You need to slow down,” Damien said for the third time that week. He’d found her in her home office at ten PM, still reviewing scripts despite promising to rest. “I have the Cannes submission deadline in two days. I can’t slow down.” “Tessa can handle the submission. That’s literally why we have a head of development.” He closed her laptop gently but firmly. “Seraphine, you’re seven months pregnant. Your body is working overtime. You need rest.” “I’ll rest after” “Now. You’ll rest now.” His voice carried an edge she rarely heard. “I’m not asking anymore. I’m insisting. You’re risking your health and Charlotte’s health by pushing this hard.” She wanted to argue but couldn’t muster the ener