The Billionaire Baby Mama Returns의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 7

Elena’s POV.The air inside Adrian Voss’s office was cold enough to sting. It wasn’t the usual chill of air-conditioning but something deliberate, a temperature meant to preserve power rather than comfort.I stood in front of his massive desk with my hands locked behind my back so he wouldn’t see them tremble. The floor-to-ceiling windows threw pale light across polished wood, and for a second it looked like his fountain pen was slicing the day in half with every stroke.He didn’t look up. Only the steady scratch of ink filled the silence.I swallowed. Say it, Elena. Just say it."I’m pregnant, Adrian."I’d practiced the words all morning—in the mirror, on the cab ride, under my breath. But when I finally spoke them, they came out soft, like something delicate I wasn’t sure would survive the air between us.The pen stopped.Adrian didn’t even blink at first. He set the pen down carefully, the way someone might lay aside a weapon. Then he leaned back, the chair creaking a little. He me

Adrian’s POV."One last thing, Elena."My voice stayed calm as I spoke into the phone, but tension coiled behind it. The city spread below my office window, orderly enough to feel like a lie. Up here everything felt absolute. Down there, it never was."I’m reminding you that you signed an NDA about our night together," I said evenly. "If you go to the press with this pregnancy story, I’ll sue for every penny of the payout I gave you. Don't test me."The line stayed silent. My pulse drummed a fast rhythm.Pregnant. With my child.Impossible.Three years ago, a specialist had explained the word that killed that possibility. Azoospermia. Zero count. The report proving it sat locked in my safe. Elena Hart could not be carrying my child. Whatever this was, it had a purpose.I waited for her voice and got a man instead."Mr. Voss, an NDA doesn’t really cover a pregnancy."I froze."Who is this?" I demanded. "Put Elena on. If you’re some boyfriend she hired, tell her she’s wasting her time.

Elena’s POV.Two weeks had passed since the night I walked out of my uncle’s house.Life had settled into something fragile but my own.I was living in the small apartment my parents once owned before the accident. It was the one Uncle Richard had called an embarrassment to the family name. After they died, he locked it and left it to decay.Now it was mine again.The wallpaper peeled in long strips. The sink leaked if I turned the tap too far. At night, the heater groaned like some buried machine learning to breathe again.Still, it was better than the Hartman house. Here the air belonged to me.Most mornings started with nausea that came like storms. Pregnancy had turned my body into something unpredictable. I was fine one moment and doubled over the next. When the sickness passed, I scrubbed. Dust coated everything from years of neglect. Cleaning gave my hands somewhere to put the fear.I had arrived with nothing but a suitcase and two thousand dollars I’d hidden away for years. Co

Elena’s POV."Hello, Adrian. I believe we have a wedding to discuss." The words left my lips smooth as glass. I watched the exact second the air vanished from Adrian Voss’s lungs. Five years ago, his stare had stripped me bare, leaving me crying in his office while he accused me of extortion. Now his gaze couldn’t even scratch the surface of the silk suit I wore. He took a step back. Color drained from his face, leaving him looking like a ghost haunting his own legacy. His jaw worked, but no sound came out. He was staring at my dark eyes, at the shape of my face, searching for the girl he’d treated like a liability to be settled and forgotten.She wasn’t here. I had buried her long ago. "How—" Adrian finally managed, his voice cracking. "Elena?" Before he could speak again, the heavy mahogany doors behind me swung open. A wave of deep voices and expensive cologne spilled into the room. The board of directors had arrived. I turned away from Adrian, severing eye contact just as D