Lahat ng Kabanata ng A baby for my Billionaire Alpha : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Damien’s POV“Whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone.”Ofelia did not answer.She remained beside me on the terrace with the shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders, staring at the garden as though the darkness beyond the lights held an escape I could not see. Tears still shone along her lashes, but she wiped them away before they could fall.Ordinarily, her silence would have made me ask more questions.I would have demanded facts, searched for the cause, and begun arranging a solution before she finished explaining the problem.That was how I handled everything.A failing division required new leadership. A security threat required more guards. A difficult negotiation required better terms.People were more complicated.Ofelia was the most complicated person I had ever known.The harder I pushed, the farther she moved from me.So I stayed quiet.The city hummed beyond the walls of the estate. Cars moved along distant roads, their lights appearing and disappearing between

Ofelia’s POVDamien waited until Victoria left the private dining room.My mother had barely closed the door behind her before he placed his napkin beside his plate and turned toward me. The warmth from lunch had vanished. His expression was calm, but his eyes were too sharp.He had noticed.Of course he had.“Why did you react like that?” he asked.I reached for my water even though the glass was already nearly empty.“React like what?”“When Victoria mentioned pregnancy.”My fingers tightened around the glass.“She surprised me.”“That was more than surprise.”“You’re imagining things.”“I’m not.”I looked toward the door, hoping my mother might return and end the conversation. The hallway beyond the frosted glass remained empty.Damien leaned slightly closer.“You dropped your fork.”“It slipped.”“You went pale.”“I haven’t been feeling well.”“You’ve denied being sick for days.”His voice was controlled, but concern made it gentler than an accusation. That somehow made the panic

Ofelia’s POV The appointment was scheduled for eight thirty in the morning. I woke before six. For several minutes, I lay completely still beneath the blankets, staring at the ceiling while fear pressed heavily against my chest. The room was quiet, and the first light of morning had only begun to appear behind the curtains. Inside the locked suitcase beneath my bed, two pregnancy tests waited beneath a pile of folded sweaters. I did not need to look at them again. The two lines had remained in my mind all night. So had the word on the digital screen. Pregnant. Today, a doctor would confirm whether the tests were right. A small, desperate part of me still hoped they were wrong. Two faulty tests seemed impossible, but impossible things had already become part of my life. Perhaps some medication had affected the result. Perhaps stress had changed my hormones. Perhaps there was another explanation I had not found during my endless searches online. I clung to thos

Victoria’s POVI arrived at Blackwood Enterprises shortly before ten with a folder of charity proposals under one arm and a headache already forming behind my eyes.The annual children’s foundation gala was less than six weeks away, and half the planning committee had somehow decided that sending emails counted as real work. The venue was reserved, the guest list was almost complete, and several major sponsors had confirmed their attendance, but the budget still needed Damien’s approval before we could sign the final contracts.I expected him to be difficult.Damien believed every number should justify its existence, and while I respected careful planning, he sometimes treated charitable events as though they were hostile business acquisitions.Still, I preferred arguing with him directly rather than waiting for another week of polite messages from his finance department.Ofelia looked up when I reached the executive floor.For one second, surprise crossed her face.Then something els

Damien’s POVThe small bottle rolled beneath the edge of Ofelia’s desk and stopped beside my shoe.She was still searching inside her handbag when I bent down and picked it up.The label faced inward against my palm. A folded pharmacy receipt had become trapped beneath the plastic wrapping, covering most of the printed words. All I could see clearly was the word vitamins and a list of nutrients in smaller letters.Ofelia looked up.The moment she saw the bottle in my hand, every trace of color disappeared from her face.“What is this?” I asked.She moved so quickly that her chair struck the desk behind her.“Give it to me.”I barely had time to straighten before she snatched the bottle from my fingers and pushed it into her handbag.Several employees glanced in our direction.Ofelia noticed and forced herself to lower her voice.“They’re personal.”Her reaction was far too strong for ordinary supplements.I looked at the bag she had already zipped closed.“I gathered that.”She bent t