All Chapters of Birthed For Me (From Guardian to Groom) : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31: Heaven's Table.

Not long after, their car rolled to a stop at a seven-star restaurant. Maurice guided her inside with effortless grace, his hand never leaving hers. Mia gasped as her eyes swept over the golden chandeliers, marble floors, and glittering glass walls. “Hubby...” she whispered, awestruck. “This place looks like heaven.” Seated at a private table, Mia flipped through the menu with childlike excitement before ordering her favorite dishes, the priciest ones, naturally. Maurice only chuckled softly, amused at her glowing enthusiasm. When the food arrived, Mia took a delicate bite, and her eyes widened in bliss. “Oh my gosh... this tastes divine!” she squealed, savoring every bite with dramatic expressions of delight. Maurice couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way she enjoyed the meal, pure, unrestrained joy, was more captivating than any view he’d ever seen. By the time they finished, Mia couldn’t hold back her happiness. She shot up from her seat and threw herself into his arms. “Hub

Chapter 32: Drugged

Plan B The following week unfolded quietly, until one night... Maurice sat in his bedroom, dressed in his pajamas, eyes glued to the glow of his laptop screen. His fingers moved swiftly across the keys, the steady rhythm filling the otherwise silent room. The dim light of the screen highlighted the sharp angles of his tired face, his focus unwavering despite the late hour. The door creaked open. Mia stepped in, cradling a cup of tea in both hands. She looked delicate yet firm in her resolve, her eyes soft with concern. "Why are you still working?" she asked gently. "You've already spent hours in the study, and now you're here too. Don't you ever rest?" Maurice looked up, and despite the fatigue in his eyes, a faint smile tugged at his lips. "It's not easy staying at the top, Mia. Just a few more things to finish." He reached for the tea. "Thank you. That's thoughtful of you." He sipped slowly, savoring the warmth. Mia watched him, her gaze lingering on every movement as t

Chapter 33: Finally Making Love 🔞

The night pulsed through the bedroom, the air thick with a restless heat that mirrored the fire in Maurice's veins. His eyes burned, dark and molten, locked on Mia's flushed face, her trembling lips, parted slightly, calling to him like a siren's song he'd resisted for far too long. God, those lips, soft, impossibly inviting, a forbidden promise he'd dodged until this moment. The drug coursing through him, a reckless spark from that drink, shattered his restraint like glass under a hammer. His hands shook as he cupped her face gently, thumbs stroking her jaw with barely restrained hunger. Then he crashed his mouth onto hers, desperately devouring her lips with pent up weeks of filthy fantasies pouring out into that one searing kiss. The thought of all those times she had tempted and seduced him, he couldn't help kissing her like a maniac.He licked into her mouth like he was starving, tongues sliding, teeth grazing, breathing each other in like oxygen.Mia whimpered, melting instan

Chapter 34: Loving Mia More

Maurice sat in his office, staring blankly at the computer screen. The morning sun streamed through the tall windows, bathing his immaculate desk in gold, but inside, his chest was chaos. His fingers hovered uselessly over the keyboard when Martin walked in, all cheerful energy as usual. "Morning, Maurice," Martin said lightly. But the moment he caught sight of his boss's distant expression, his smile faltered. He stepped closer, frowning. "What's wrong? You look like someone just told you the stock market collapsed." Maurice looked up, his eyes conflicted, almost vulnerable. "I slept with Mia," he said flatly. Martin froze mid-step. His jaw literally dropped. "Wait. Hold on. Did you just say you slept with her, as in, actual sex? Not the innocent 'we shared a pillow and said goodnight' kind of sleep?" Maurice's reply was heavy, no trace of humor. ""I slept with her, Martin. You know exactly what I mean." For a moment Martin just stared, then he exploded with joy. "Oh my Go

Chapter 35: Loving Mia More II🔕

Loving Mia More II. Mia was practically glowing as she moved her belongings into Maurice’s bedroom. A few neatly folded dresses, her favorite pillow, her small jewelry box, simple things, yet they seemed to transform the space in an instant. She hummed softly to herself, arranging her perfume bottles on his dresser, her smile so genuine that Maurice, leaning against the doorway with his hands in his pockets, couldn’t help but stare. For a man who prided himself on control, the sight of Mia, barefoot, humming, her hair brushing against her cheek as she fussed over the little details, disarmed him completely. His room, once cold and impersonal, now felt alive. Warmer. Like it finally had a heart. She turned and caught him watching, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “What?” Maurice smirked faintly. “Nothing. Just... didn’t realize moving in a few things could make this room look so different.” “You mean less like a museum?” she teased, tilting her head. He chuckled,

Chapter 36: In the Arms of Truth

In the Arms of Truth.Maurice sat in the dining room, dressed sharply for work. His tie was impeccably knotted, his cufflinks gleamed, and the morning sun caught the edge of his watch as he flipped through emails on his tablet. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of buttered toast and warm eggs, filling the space with a comforting homeliness. He looked up just in time to see Mia descending the stairs. Her casual dress flowed gracefully with each step, and though her hair was loosely tied back, she radiated an effortless charm. As she joined him at the table, her presence softened the atmosphere, adding warmth to the room. “Are you okay?” Maurice asked gently, setting his tablet aside. His calm but attentive gaze rested fully on her. “Yes, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” Mia replied, pouring herself some coffee, adding a swirl of cream before taking a slow sip. “I noticed you’re not dressed for work today,” he said, studying her expression with quiet concern.

Chapter 37: Distracting Hubby

Maurice stood in the room, casually elegant in black tailored pants and a fitted grey long-sleeve shirt that hugged his frame just right. His tall, athletic build was impossible to ignore, every line of his body sharp and commanding. He spoke fluent Spanish into the phone, his deep voice smooth, controlled, every syllable dripping with quiet authority.Mia paused in the doorway, her breath hitching at the sight of him. God, her husband was too handsome. Too perfect. The sheer composure in his stance, the power in his voice, the effortless confidence radiating off him, it stirred something hot and restless inside her.She couldn’t resist. Her bare feet padded softly against the carpet as she crossed the room, each step deliberate, feline. Maurice sat at his desk, his voice low and commanding in Spanish, deep in a call that clearly mattered. His broad shoulders were tense with concentration, but Mia’s lips curved.Perfect.She came to stand beside him. He didn’t even look up, though she

Chapter 38: Blood Lines and Betrayal

Carlos Bryan arrived home, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and relief. For the first time in years, a genuine smile stretched across his face, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained joy. He had found his long-lost daughter, and the elation was almost too much to contain. “Prepare a feast!” Carlos declared to the household staff as he swept through the grand entrance hall. “Tonight, we celebrate!” The staff, who hadn’t seen him this animated in years, rushed to obey. Within moments, the mansion hummed with activity. Silverware gleamed, crystal glasses clinked, and the scent of roasting meats drifted through the air. Carlos’s laughter echoed off the marble walls, his footsteps brisk and light, like a man reborn. But upstairs, in her elegantly furnished parlor, Doris Logan sat motionless, her face a mask of steel as the news reached her ears. Slowly, the corners of her lips curled downward, her eyes narrowing with a venomous glint. That girl? Emily's daughter? The thought fe

Chapter 39: A Weekend in Chains

Carlos Bryan and Nana Nancy arrived at Maurice and Mia’s home, their presence commanding the atmosphere the moment they stepped inside. Maurice, ever the gentleman, tightened his hold on Mia’s hand and offered Carlos a respectful bow. But the tension was Thick, and Maurice couldn’t ignore the victorious glimmer dancing in Nana Nancy’s eyes. Something about it unsettled him, yet he chose to remain silent, for now.Despite the age-old rivalry between the Bryan and Mayer families, Carlos had always admired Maurice’s brilliance in the business world. In truth, he respected Maurice’s unshakable drive and unmatched success. He had no desire to continue a feud that his own mother had ignited out of blind pride. Yet, bound by the promise he had foolishly made to Nancy, Carlos steeled himself and turned his demeanor cold, masking respect with disdain.Maurice wasn’t surprised by the chill in Carlos’s voice, history had already set the tone, but the deliberate scorn still cut deep. He had once

Chapter 40: The Unwanted Date

Thomas cornered Mia in the hallway, his smile too eager, his tone almost desperate.“Mia, come with me tonight. There’s this party, I can’t show up alone, you’d be saving me.”Mia folded her arms, already shaking her head. “Thomas, I don’t think that’s a good idea. People will talk.”He leaned in, lowering his voice, almost pleading. ““Please, Mia. It won’t be for long, and I promise to take you home myself immediately after the party.”His persistence wore her down, and against her better judgment, Mia relented with a soft sigh. “Fine. You win.”Thomas’s grin widened in triumph, but Mia’s heart was heavy. All she wanted was Maurice, his warmth, his steadiness.When they arrived, her stomach dropped. This wasn’t a simple party. The chandeliers sparkled over an ocean of tuxedos and ball gowns, cameras flashed from every corner, and journalists buzzed like bees. It was a grand event, her father’s event. Carlos Bryan had chosen this night, in front of the press and society’s elite, to of

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