All Chapters of I ordered a baby daddy, not a crazy billionaire. : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

❤️Sophie❤️By the time we get home, the sky has turned dark. I step out of the car slowly, one hand resting over my stomach.“I’m fine,” I say before Adrian can ask.He gives me a look. “I didn’t ask.”“You were about to.”His mouth twitches. “Get inside.”I roll my eyes. “Yes, sir.”He follows me to the front door. I expect him to come inside with me, but his phone rings and he stops. His expression changes the moment he sees the screen.He answers in a quiet voice. “Yes.”I turn toward the door, giving him privacy. But then I hear the other person’s voice faintly through the phone.I can’t make out the words. Adrian’s expression becomes colder. “When?”A pause. “Tonight?”Another pause. His eyes move toward the driveway. “Is everything ready?”I glance over my shoulder. He has his back partially turned to me now. I can’t hear the response. Then I hear him say something that makes me stop. “The vault.”My brows pull together. The vault? Adrian lowers his voice. “No one enters until I

☠️Adrian☠️The moment I step through the doors of the Vault, the noise disappears behind me.The music from the main floor is still there, but it becomes nothing more than a dull vibration beneath my feet as I walk through the private corridor.“Boss.”I don’t stop.The men standing along the hallway straighten as I pass. One of them reaches for the door ahead of me and opens it.I step inside. The room is nothing like the club outside. No music. No lights.Just a long table, several chairs, and a series of screens displaying numbers, accounts, and surveillance feeds.Damien is already inside. Ronan stands beside the table with his arms folded.Lucian is sitting in one of the chairs, scrolling through something on his phone. Nikolai is near the window.I look at them. “What’s the problem?”Damien pushes a folder across the table. “The shipment came in earlier than expected.”I pick up the folder. “How early?”“Three hours.”I open it. “Who received it?”“The first team.”“Any problems

❤️Sophie❤️ The moment we step inside, I can feel the silence between us. It follows us from the car, through the open doors, and into the foyer like a third person neither of us invited. Adrian walks beside me, his expression unreadable again, but I can’t stop thinking about the way he looked at me outside the Vault. I have never seen that kind of anger in his eyes before. At least, not directed at me. And somehow, that hurts more than I expect. I stop near the staircase. “Adrian.” He stops too, but he doesn’t turn immediately. I stare at his back. For the past few minutes, I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’m not upset. That I understand why he’s angry. That I deserved it. But the truth is, I feel awful. Not because he yelled at me. He didn’t. That would almost have been easier. Instead, he spoke quietly, and somehow every controlled word made me realize how close I had come to frightening him. “I’m sorry.” His expression doesn’t change. “I know.” I lower my eyes

❤️Sophie❤️ I find Adrian in the bedroom. He has already changed out of his clothes from the night before, and he is standing near the window with his phone in one hand, looking through something on the screen. His expression is calm, but after what happened at the Vault, I still feel a little guilty whenever I look at him. I hesitate at the doorway. “Adrian?” His eyes lift immediately. “What is it?” I walk into the room and close the door behind me. “Dad called me.” His expression changes. Not much. Just enough for me to notice. “When?” “This morning.” He puts his phone down. “What did he want?” I move closer to the bed and sit on the edge. “He wants me to go see him.” Adrian’s gaze remains fixed on me. “Why?” “He said there are some things my grandparents left behind that we need to discuss.” His eyes narrow slightly. “Things?” “Investments. Properties. The holding company.” The last words make his expression sharpen. I notice. “You know about the holding company,” I

❤️Sophie❤️ The moment Dad says this is going to be a battle, something inside me sinks. I knew he would be angry. I knew he wouldn’t simply smile, shake my hand, and tell me he was proud of me for finally taking control of my life. But hearing him say it out loud makes everything feel more real. A battle. With my father. I stare at the folder sitting on his desk. For years, that folder has represented something I never questioned. My grandparents’ money. Their properties. Their investments. The things they left behind for me before I was old enough to understand what any of it meant. Dad always handled everything. I never asked too many questions because I trusted him. He was my father. Why would I need to? But sitting here now, looking at the thick stack of documents in front of me, I suddenly wonder how much of my life has been decided without me. I swallow. “I don’t want to fight you, Dad.” His expression doesn’t soften. “Then don’t.” My heart twists. “That isn’t what I me