Todos los capítulos de Birthed For Me (From Guardian to Groom) : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

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

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

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,

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

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