I ordered a baby daddy, not a crazy billionaire. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

❤️Sophie❤️ I stare at the lawyer. Then I look at Adrian. For some reason, the question feels heavier than all the papers I’ve signed today. Who do I want to manage everything for me? The answer comes almost immediately. “Adrian.” Dad’s expression changes. “Sophie.” I turn toward him. “What?” “You should think about this carefully.” “I have.” “No, you haven’t.” His voice carries that familiar frustration, and for a moment, I feel like I’m that little girl sitting across from him while he makes every important decision for me. Except I’m not that girl anymore. I’m twenty-two years old. I’m married. I’m carrying a baby. And whether Dad likes it or not, I have to start making decisions about my own life. “I have thought about it,” I say quietly. Dad shakes his head. “You’re trusting your husband with everything.” “I’m trusting him to manage it.” “That’s not the same thing.” “I know.” I glance at the documents. The lawyer already explained the difference. The assets remain

☠️Adrian☠️ The moment the door closes behind me, I drop the smirk I’ve been wearing since I left Sophie. I walk into my office and toss my keys onto the desk. The room is quiet. Good. I don’t need distractions for what I’m about to do. I sit down and pull the documents Sophie signed toward me. I have looked at them several times already. Still, I read them again. Her name is everywhere. Her properties. Her holding company. Her investments. Assets worth far more than she understands. And now, I have control over them. But control isn’t enough. I don’t want to manage Sophie’s properties. I don’t want to make decisions for her and eventually hand everything back. I want them to be mine. Every single one. I pick up my phone and call Damien. “Come over.” He doesn’t ask why. I call Ronan next. Then Lucian. By the time all three of them arrive, I’ve already arranged the documents across the conference table. Damien walks in first and looks at the papers. “That’s everything?” “Every

☠️Adrian☠️ By eight the next morning, I’m already in my office. I barely sleep. Not because I’m worried. Because I keep thinking about the documents sitting in front of me. Sophie’s assets. For the first time, they aren’t beyond my reach. They’re sitting right here. Waiting. I turn another page. The property portfolio is extensive. Residential properties, commercial buildings, land, investments, shares, and the holding company itself. A sharp knock cuts through my thoughts. My jaw tightens. I close the folder. “Come in.” The door opens. Damien walks in first. Ronan follows him, then Lucian. Nikolai walks in last. They take their usual places around the table. I don’t waste time. “Where are we?” Damien places a folder in front of me. “We’ve gone through the ownership structure.” I open it. “How complicated?” “Not very.” He points to several pages. “The properties are registered under different entities, but the controlling interests ultimately trace back to Sophie’s holding co

☠️Adrian☠️ The elevator doors open, and I step into the lobby of Harrison Holdings. I don’t look around. I don’t need to. I’ve been here before. The difference is that today, I’m not walking in as Felix Harrison’s son-in-law. I’m walking in as the man about to buy another piece of his company. The one I’ve been eyeing and I’ve been talking to him about. Felix doesn't want to sell, he has no choice. Not when everything is collapsing right in front of him—just the way I want. He stole from me first. Now I'm going to take everything he ever has. My lawyer walks beside me, carrying the documents. “He’s waiting upstairs.” “Good.” We enter the elevator. Neither of us speaks. I watch the numbers climb. When the doors open again, Felix’s assistant leads us toward his office. She knocks once. “Mr. Harrison, Mr. Blackwood is here.” “Send him in.” The door opens. Felix looks up from behind his desk. His expression changes when he sees me. “Adrian.” “Felix.” I walk inside. He gest

☠️Adrian☠️By the time I get home, it is almost midnight. The house is quiet. Too quiet.I step inside and loosen my tie, already expecting the darkness that usually fills the place at this hour. Sophie has been tired lately. Between the pregnancy and everything else, she has started falling asleep earlier.I expect to find her in bed. Instead, I see light spilling from the kitchen. I stop. For a second, I simply stare.Then I hear her humming. Softly. Badly. I almost smile. Almost.I walk toward the kitchen and find her standing in front of the stove in one of my shirts. My shirt.It hangs loosely over her body, the sleeves rolled up several times because they’re too long. Her hair is tied messily at the back of her head, and she has one hand resting beneath her stomach while she stares into a pot like it has personally offended her. She doesn’t notice me. “You’re going to burn it.”She jumps. “Adrian!”I lean against the doorway. She turns around, pressing a hand against her chest.