All Chapters of Birthed For Me (From Guardian to Groom) : Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

In the dim haze of their newly shared apartment, the air hung heavy with unspoken regrets, like a fog that refused to lift. Martin, the epitome of rigid grumpiness, moved through the space like a tightly wound clockwork soldier, his face a perpetual mask of furrowed brows and clenched jaws. Gina, on the other hand, exploded into every room with her firecracker defiance, her movements bold and unapologetic, as if the marriage certificate was just a minor inconvenience in her quest to claim territory. They hadn't exchanged a single word since the courthouse "I do's," and the silence stretched like a rubber band ready to snap. The Martin's mansion had never known such chaos. Three weeks after the accidental marriage, it was less a home and more a silent boxing ring, Martin’s fortress of calm versus Gina’s full-blown hurricane energy. Martin shuffled into the kitchen at dawn, his slippers scuffing the floor like an old man's grumble. He reached for his sacred tin polished silver, per

Martin stood there, stunned, glancing down, but couldn't find anything to warrant saying such to him. “Look down and ask my conscience? Unbelievable,” he muttered. “She has the nerve to accuse me of cheating? So much for trying to come home with good intentions. Definitely not worth it.” Meanwhile, Gina’s fury carried her all the way to the guest room. She slammed the door, pressing her back against it, chest heaving. The sting in her chest wasn’t just anger, it was something far heavier, rawer. She blinked rapidly, refusing to cry. “Idiot,” she whispered under her breath, crawling into bed. The air was cool, the sheets crisp, the space blessedly empty. For the first time in weeks, she felt like she could breathe. She turned on her side, smiling bitterly to herself. “Finally, peace,” she murmured, closing her eyes. But just as she began to drift off, a low rumble rolled through the sky. Then came the thunder, sharp, deafening, splitting the silence clean in two. Gina gas

Twilight Tension, Sudden Spark The morning sun slipped through the gauzy curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the bedroom, painting the walls in a warm, hopeful light. Martin stirred, the familiar weight of Gina’s warmth nestled against him, her head resting on his chest like an anchor in their stormy marriage. He yawned, ready to slip into his usual routine, coffee, work, control, but as he moved to rise, something stopped him. Gina’s steady breaths, calm and even, held him in place, her presence a quiet melody against the chaos of their night. Carefully, he lifted her head, sliding it onto a pillow with a tenderness that surprised him, her dark curls spilling across the linen like a work of art. She slept on, peaceful, untouched by their earlier fire, and Martin paused, intending only a glance.That glance stretched into a lingering gaze, his breath catching as he truly saw her, really saw her, for the first time. Gina’s flushed face, serene in sleep, was breathtaking

Maurice couldn’t be bothered about him, rather his focus was fixed entirely on Mia, his wife, his pride, his one weakness. Even with her face hidden behind oversized sunglasses, she exuded quiet elegance. Her poise, her composure, she stood out effortlessly in the chaos of flashing lights and heavy bass. Maurice almost smiled. Those sunglasses were a blessing; if anyone had seen the full beauty of the woman he called his own, he might’ve had to start a war to get her back. Both men watched as Mia tried, again and again, to reason with Gina. Mia was putting in a valiant effort, her frustration etched across her brow as she tried to drag Gina out of the club's throbbing pulse. But Gina? Stubborn as a mule, she dug in her heels and flat-out refused. Eventually, Mia threw in the towel with a heavy sigh, and sank into a nearby seat, crossing her legs and keeping a watchful, almost protective eye on her friend from afar. Maurice leaned closer to Martin, his voice low and teasin

He looked like a hunter who wasn’t done stalking his prey. Gina’s gut twisted, a flicker of unease creeping in. With a grin so smug it practically dripped with arrogance. “Been looking all over for you. Thought you could hide from me in this little corner, huh? Seems I found your little hiding spot.” Gina’s smile was razor-thin. “Why were you looking for me?” her voice cool but edged with irritation. Jack puffed up, clearly thinking he was about to charm her socks off. “Oh, great question. Name’s Jack, by the way, I own this club,” he boasted, like that was supposed to make her swoon. “Earlier, I ditched a big meeting just to dance with you. Spotted you from the VIP lounge and... well, I couldn’t resist. And boy, was I right! We were the best pair on that floor stealing the show. I’d love to do it again sometime.” Gina arched an eyebrow, unimpressed, her patience already wearing thin. “Sorry, Jack, but I’m not available.” He stepped closer, his eyes glinting with a cocky edge th