Todos los capítulos de Birthed For Me (From Guardian to Groom) : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Meanwhile, Maurice paced the length of the living room like a caged lion, his polished shoes tapping restlessly against the marble floor. Every few minutes his eyes darted to the clock, watching the hands crawl toward midnight. The house felt unbearably silent, each tick echoing louder than the last. Still, no sign of Mia. He had been waiting for hours, expecting at any moment to hear the familiar click of the door, her soft footsteps, her voice breaking the silence. But the house remained empty, her absence gnawing at him. For the fifth time, he snatched up his phone and dialed her number. The hollow ring dragged on and on until it clicked to voicemail, leaving him with nothing but the sting of rejection. His chest tightened, a knot of anxiety winding itself deeper. Unable to bear the uncertainty, he finally called his head of security. His voice was sharp, strained, betraying the storm inside him. “Have you seen Mia? She hasn’t come home. She hasn’t even called me.” Roger’

By morning, Martin hadn’t slept a wink. He brewed a strong cup of hangover tea and pressed it into Maurice’s trembling hands. “What happened?” he asked quietly, but Maurice only stared at the cup before shutting his eyes, curling up under the sheets like a wounded child. The empire Maurice built had to keep running, so Martin took control. He fielded calls, rescheduled meetings, reassigned directors, and even lied that Maurice was away on an emergency trip, all to keep the world from seeing his friend like this. The chef arrived and Martin ordered soft meals to be prepared, but come evening, Maurice still wouldn’t eat. His face had gone pale, his eyes dim. Martin’s patience cracked. “I warned you,” he said sharply. “I told you not to get so deep. Look at you now. This, this weakness, isn’t you, Maurice. A woman should never be your downfall. Not like this. I just knew having a weakness like that around you can never end well for you.” Maurice finally spoke, his voice raw, bare

Nana Nancy’s sharp eyes softened, guilt flickering across her face as Maurice pressed on. “Even when I was buried in schoolwork, I made time for her. I spent my feeding money, my pocket money, on little things to make her smile. You saw it, Nana, how I nearly failed my exams because of her. You saw all my devotion even as a boy, how I called every night just to sing her to sleep because you complained she wouldn’t let you rest. I gave her everything I could.” He turned, his voice trembling as he fixed his gaze on her. ““After Grandma’s death, my parents didn’t tell me so I could concentrate on my exams. They went alone without me. After the burial, sold the house, and threw everything away. And in the chaos, I lost Mia. You...” his voice cracked, “you didn’t reach out, despite knowing I trusted you with her. You took her and vanished. It was the darkest moment of my life. I searched like a madman, year after year. It took me three years to find you, but by then... Mia had forgotten

On another occasion, Mia casually mentioned to a friend that she wished she could have the latest phone. At the time, it was far too expensive, far beyond what her adoptive parents could afford. To her utter disbelief, just days later she received a package containing a brand-new version of the most luxurious model available, the very one she had admired. The sender was anonymous, and she convinced herself it was nothing more than luck.It all began to fall into place now. Every inexplicable event, every impossible gift, every stroke of fortune seemed to trace back to Maurice.There was another time when Mia, in the middle of a harsh rainy season, had offhandedly wished aloud that she could travel abroad just once, even for a few days, to escape the suffocating stress of school. Days later, her family received an all-expenses-paid trip to Paris from a “sponsor” who claimed it was part of a travel promotion. They had been bewildered by their sudden luck, but Mia enjoyed the trip, nev

Later that morning, Mia and Maurice entered the living room hand in hand. The entire family had gathered: Carlos Bryan, his wife Doris Logan, Mia’s niece Hilda Jones, Luke and Lucia Rivers, and Nana Nancy. The atmosphere shifted as soon as the couple appeared. Mia’s voice trembled at first but quickly steadied. “I’m sorry for calling this meeting so suddenly. But I need to tell you my decision.” She turned to Carlos. “Dad, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in taking over your company. I already have a successful business that I adore, courtesy of my husband Maurice. Fashion designing is my passion, and I have no intention of pursuing anything else." She inhaled shakily before continuing. “Also, to be honest, I haven’t truly forgiven you. I’ve just been silent, following orders, pretending to accept you because of what Grandma Nana Nancy told me. She said that as a way of repaying her for all she's done for me, I should accept you and do everything you ask of me." Maurice’s heart