《A baby for my Billionaire Alpha Stepdaddy》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 5 章

Ofelia’s POV “What do you mean there is no money?” I asked, my voice shaking as I stared at the banker across the desk. My hands gripped the edge of the counter so tight my knuckles turned white. The man in the crisp suit didn’t even blink. He just slid a paper toward me. “I’m sorry, Miss Bennett. The account has been cleared out completely. Both parties signed the authorization forms two days ago. Here’s the copy.” I grabbed the letter and scanned it. My name was there. Ethan’s name was there. The signatures looked real. But I couldn’t remember signing anything. My head felt fuzzy, like I was watching someone else’s nightmare. “There must be some mistake,” I whispered. “That’s our savings. All of it. We’ve been putting money in there for three years. For rent, for our future—” “I’m afraid there’s no mistake,” he said gently, but his eyes were already moving to the next customer. “The funds were transferred out yesterday morning.” I tried calling Ethan right there in the bank lo

Ofelia’s POV Just like cinderella, I went back reality. I was standing in the center of my apartment thinking about my life when there was a knock on the door. I already knew who it was before I opened it. Mr. Ramirez, the landlord, stood there with his arms crossed, looking tired but firm. “Miss Bennett, your rent is overdue. Again. You have seventy-two hours to pay or get out.” My stomach dropped. “Please, just a little more time. I’m trying—” “I’ve given you extra days already,” he said, not unkindly. “I have my own bills. I’m sorry, but that’s it. Seventy-two hours.” The door closed, and I slid down to the floor, hugging my knees. Seventy-two hours. That was all I had left in the only place that still felt like home, even with Ethan’s ghost haunting every empty corner. I spent the first day calling everywhere. I applied for every job I could find—waitress, cashier, bookstore shifts, even cleaning positions. My phone stayed silent. The few places that called back took on

Ofelia’s POV It’s just a coincidence, I told myself as I followed Mom up the wide marble steps. Thousands of rich men own black luxury cars. They all look the same. Sleek, expensive, probably made in the same factory. My brain kept repeating it like a prayer. The car outside didn’t mean anything. Damien Voss was a common enough name in business circles. Or maybe I misheard Mom. Yeah. That had to be it. But my heart didn’t believe a single word. It was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My palms were sweaty. Every step closer to the massive front doors made my legs feel heavier. Mom was practically glowing. She squeezed my arm and chatted nonstop. “You’re going to love the house, sweetie. There’s a pool, a library, and even a home theater. Richard, well, Damien has thought of everything. He’s so generous.” I forced a weak smile. “Yeah… sounds great, Mom.” The doors swung open before we even reached them. First, I saw the shoes—polished black leather that probably cost