Semua Bab My One-Night Mistake Is My Billionaire Boss: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The courtroom doors swung open, and silence fell like a wave as Victor stood at the defendant's table, his hands cuffed behind his back and his expression carved from stone. The judge's final words still seemed to hang in the air: "Twenty-five years in federal prison, with no possibility of parole." Aria stared at him from the gallery, her fingers gripping the wooden railing, her heart pounding against her ribs as she tried to process what she was feeling. She had waited so long for this moment and had imagined Victor behind bars countless times, yet now that the verdict had come, she felt strangely empty not happy, not triumphant, just tired.Beside her, Damien reached for her hand, his fingers slipping gently between hers as he whispered, "It's over." Aria swallowed and looked at him. "Is it?" Damien held her gaze for a moment before answering, "The trial is." She turned her eyes back toward Victor, who was being watched by two bailiffs, his gaze still fixed on her with the same col

Aria found Damien on the balcony one quiet evening, staring out at the city lights as the sky slowly faded from deep purple into black. She wrapped her arms around herself against the cool breeze and studied him for a moment before stepping closer, asking what he was thinking about.Damien turned toward her, his expression softening immediately as he answered, "You. Us. Everything we've been through." Aria smiled faintly and moved beside him, resting her arms on the railing as they watched Washington glitter beneath the darkening sky, and she noticed that he still looked tense despite the peace surrounding them."You're waiting for something to go wrong," Aria said, and he admitted that he kept expecting the next disaster, a feeling she understood more than she wanted to admit. She reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers, telling him that maybe they needed to learn how to become the new us, people who weren't always waiting for the next disaster."We survived Victor, the tr

The morning of their wedding arrived beneath a sky washed in pale gray, a soft drizzle tapping against the penthouse windows. Aria stood barefoot beside the glass, watching the city blur into silver and light. She looked down at the diamond on her finger, the stone catching a faint ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds. The word "fiancée" still felt strange, beautiful, almost impossible.Behind her, the mattress shifted, and familiar arms slipped around her waist. Damien rested his chin against her shoulder. "You're awake early." She smiled at their reflections in the glass. "So are you.""I woke up and my fiancée wasn't beside me." She turned in his arms, laughing. "You couldn't survive five minutes without me?" "Apparently not." His fingers closed gently around hers. "The ring isn't going anywhere."Her eyes met his. "Neither are you?" His expression softened. "Never." For several seconds, they simply looked at each other. This quiet moment felt more precious than any grand ce

The bathroom was silent except for the soft hum of the fluorescent light, and Aria sat on the edge of the tub, staring at the small plastic stick trembling in her hands. Two pink lines. Clear. Unmistakable. She had taken three tests just to be certain, and all three had given her the same answer.She was pregnant.Her hand drifted to her stomach, still flat and unchanged, yet something inside her had already shifted. There was a new life growing within her, a future she had never dared to imagine. Six months had passed since her wedding to Damien, six months of peace, laughter, quiet mornings, and learning what it meant to be happy without constantly waiting for something terrible to happen.She thought about the night she had fallen down those stairs, the blood, the pain, and the fear that had consumed her. She had believed she might have been carrying a child then, only to discover that the test was negative. She had mourned the possibility of a child that never existed, carrying a

Three months had passed since Hope entered their lives, and the morning sun spilled across the garden of the penthouse, turning the grass gold and making the flowers glow beneath the warm light. Aria stood near the edge of the lawn, watching her daughter take her first uncertain steps, her tiny legs wobbling beneath her as she reached toward a cluster of flowers. Her dark hair lifted gently in the breeze, and her laughter filled the garden as Damien crouched a few feet away with his arms open. "Come on, Hope. You can do it."Hope looked at him, took one careful step, then another, her balance faltering for a moment before she steadied herself. Aria covered her mouth, smiling as she watched her daughter take another step, then another, until finally she reached Damien. He scooped her into his arms and laughed as she squealed with delight. "She did it!" he exclaimed, and Aria walked toward them, laughing. "You sound more excited than she does."Damien kissed Hope's cheek. "My daughter j