Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire Boss's Secret Heir: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Sophia's POVTwo weeks had passed since the board meeting, and the house had settled into something close to normal again."You're glowing," Della said one morning, setting a plate of fruit in front of me at the counter. "Pregnancy suits you.""Everyone keeps saying that. I mostly just feel like I can't tie my own shoes anymore.""That's part of the glow."I laughed, and Della moved back toward the stove, humming under her breath, the easy rhythm of the house carrying on around us the way it had for the past two weeks, no reporters camped outside, no Penelope showing up uninvited, no calls from lawyers or board members disrupting the quiet.Ethan appeared a few minutes later, already dressed for the office, though he'd been keeping his hours shorter lately, something he credited to Della's cooking and something I suspected had more to do with wanting to be home in time for dinner."Morning," he said, pressing a kiss to my temple before reaching for his coffee. "How are my girls today?

Sophia's POVThe house was quiet when we got back.Della had already left for the afternoon, the kitchen still smelling faintly of the citrus cleaner she always used, the counter wiped clean, the fruit bowl restocked like nothing in the world had shifted since morning. Ethan locked the door behind us with more force than necessary, then stood there for a second with his hand still on the knob, as if he needed the solid weight of it to keep himself from turning around and driving straight back to the clinic, or to Damian’s office, or wherever the text had come from.I dropped my bag by the stairs and walked into the living room without turning on any extra lights. The late-afternoon sun was already starting to soften, gold sliding across the floorboards in long, tired stripes. I sat on the edge of the couch and pressed both palms flat against my stomach, feeling for the familiar flutter that had become my private proof that everything was still real.Ethan followed a moment later. He d

Sophia's POVThe bedroom door closed with a soft click that felt louder than it should have.Ethan stood in front of me in the thin light from the hallway, completely bare, the same way I was. The curve of my stomach sat between us like a quiet fact neither of us needed to name. His eyes moved over me slowly—shoulders, breasts, the rounded line of my belly, the soft place between my thighs—before rising again to meet mine. There was no hurry in the look. Only the same steady focus he had carried since the clinic, now turned entirely toward me.“Come here,” he said.I stepped into him. Skin met skin. The heat of his chest against my breasts, the solid press of his stomach against the lower curve of mine, the way his hands settled at my waist as if he were still reminding himself how carefully he needed to hold me. I felt the twins shift once, a soft roll, and his palm moved instinctively to cover the place where they moved.“They’re active tonight,” I whispered.“They know I’m here.” H

Sophia's POV I woke up warm, wrapped in Ethan's arms, the morning light soft against the curtains, and for a moment I just let myself lie there, replaying the night before. We'd stayed up late, the two of us curled together on the couch, talking through every fear the lab results had dragged up, Ethan repeating over and over that nothing, no test, no text message, no manufactured doubt, could shake what he already knew to be true. Somewhere around midnight, the fear had finally loosened its grip enough for both of us to laugh again, trading soft, easy conversation until exhaustion pulled us both toward sleep, tangled together, safe. I hadn't felt this light in days. "You're smiling," Ethan murmured, still half asleep beside me, one eye cracking open to look at me. "I had a good night." "Me too." He pulled me closer, pressing a slow kiss against my forehead. "I meant everything I said. Whatever happens with the results, whatever Damian or Penelope try next, none of it change

Sophia's POVEthan read the message three times before he set the phone down."Auctioning off kindness," he repeated slowly. "That's oddly specific phrasing.""You think it means something.""I think whoever sent this wants us to think it means something." He picked the phone back up, forwarding the message to someone before I could ask who. "I'm sending this to my security team. They traced the first one to a burner registered under a fake name. They'll run this one too.""Ethan." I hesitated, the words sitting uneasy in my throat. "There's someone I should probably mention."He looked up. "Who?""Julius. The friend from before. The one you were rude to at the gala." I twisted my hands together, hating how much I didn't want to say the next part out loud. "When Mini and I ran into him weeks ago, he gave me his card. Said to call if I ever needed anything."Ethan went very still."You never mentioned that.""I didn't think it mattered. It felt harmless at the time, an old friend being